Quotes About Sensory

A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing.

Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?

but he was unreachable. As music is present yet you can't touch it...

It's beautiful," said Annie. "Feel." She handed it to Jack. The thread was smooth and soft.

Breast milk and amniotic fluid carry the flavors of the mother's foods, and studies consistently show that babies grow up to be more accepting of flavors they've sampled while in the womb and while breastfeeding.

At an Italian deli counter, a whiff of butyric acid reads as parmesan cheese; elsewhere, vomit.

Animals' taste systems are specialized for the niche they occupy in the environment. "That's driven their sensory systems down a certain path," Rawson says. This includes the animal known as us.

Sipski defines orgasm as a reflex of the autonomic nervous system that can be either facilitated or inhibited by cerebral input (thoughts and feelings).

If you lower your head to within a foot or two of an infested corpse - and this I truly don't recommend - you can hear them feeding. Arpad pinpoints the sound. Rice Krispies. Ron frowns. Ron used to like Rice Krispies.

technologists sometimes exploit the synergy between the two. By adding strawberry or vanilla—aromas we associate with sweetness—it's possible to fool people into thinking a food is sweeter than it really is. Though sneaky, this is not necessarily bad, because it means the product can contain less added sugar. Which

It's not so important to know the difference between bitter and sour, skunky and yeasty, tarry and burnt. "Who cares. They're both terrible. Ew. But if you're a brewer, it's extremely important.

She warns me about equating complexity with quality. "All that stuff you read on wine bottles, in wine magazines, where they throw out a dozen descriptors? That's not sensory evaluation. That's marketing.

recruiting sensory panelists to sniff* amniotic fluid (withdrawn during amniocentesis) and breast milk from women who had and those who hadn't swallowed a garlic oil capsule. Panelists agreed: the garlic-eaters' samples smelled like garlic. (The babies didn't appear to mind. On the contrary, the Monell team wrote, "Infants . . . sucked more when the milk smelled like garlic.")

Humans have taste receptor cells in the gut, the voice box, the upper esophagus, but only the tongue's receptors report to the brain.

Time to try the palatant. I raise the cup to my nose. It has no smell. I roll some over my tongue. All five kinds of taste receptors stand idle. It tastes like water spiked with strange. Not bad, just other. Not food.

It's like a cat trying to imagine the taste of sugar. Cats, unlike dogs and other omnivores, can't taste sweetness.

Flavor is a combination of taste (sensory input from the surface of the tongue) and smell, but mostly it's the latter. Humans perceive five tastes—sweet, bitter, salty, sour, and umami (brothy)—and an almost infinite number of smells. Eighty to ninety percent of the sensory experience of eating is olfaction.

Humans are better equipped for sight than for smell. We process visual input ten times faster than olfactory.

Felt the world swirling with snow

It was a sudden, stunned state of quiet drunkenness, complete in itself, their hair mingled like the rays of two bodies in space that had achieved their meeting, she saw that he walked with his eyes closed, as if even sight would now be an intrusion.

She felt that his presence seemed more intensely real when she kept her eyes away from him, almost as if the stressed awareness of herself came from him, like the sunlight from the water.

Un romanzo non è un'allegoria, è l'esperienza sensoriale di un altro mondo. Se non entrate in quel mondo, se non trattenete il respiro insieme ai personaggi, se non vi lasciate coinvolgere nel loro destino, non arriverete mai ad identificarvi con loro, non arriverete mai al cuore del libro. È cosi che si legge un romanzo: come se fosse qualcosa da inalare, da tenere nei polmoni. Dunque, cominciate a respirare.

That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don't know how a person could ever describe that scent.

His scent burst onto her brain like a rain of lights, causing her to know him perfectly. This is how moths speak to each other. The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.