Quotes About Sensory

Isabel felt soft and yielding; her blouse felt soft. Everything about her seemed soft, and she smelled of dried flowers, rosemary, fresh baked bread. This whole kitchen seemed alive with a peculiar energy; in the old fixtures and furniture, Tess sensed a place where cooking and eating had happened for decades, where people gathered to sample life's sweetest pleasures.

Wake up & Smell The Hot Chocolate ! ~ Eddie Havens

The girls used to play together in Portsmouth Square, surrounded by Chinese grannies sipping their milk tea and playing board games. They'd snack on soft buns filled with sweet coconut, and when it rained, they'd dunk into the curio shops or the Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory, their senses dazzled by the delicious, sugary aroma.

He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like...the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.

I know you've all heard the advice, "Show, don't tell." The best writers don't tell you, and quite frankly they don't just show you -- they make you feel it, live it, taste it, touch it. Storytelling is about being in the moment with the characters.

I think it was the ChapStick that did it; he tasted like ChapStick and Jack Daniels. That reminder of human vulnerability got to me in a way that polished experience wouldn't have. Not that he had lied about the experience.

Once again it occurred to me that so many of the things I could do in New York involved eating and drinking. Had we been placed here on earth to do nothing more than eat and drink?

I sit up in the dark drenched in longing. / I am carrying over a thousand names for blue that I didn't have at dusk.

Pero la calle Mallorca conservaba todavía el olor de las lluvias recientes, o el olor que la lluvia había sacado de los árboles

La noche anterior había sido como hacer el amor con una memoria, con la memoria de una mujer, y no con la mujer presente, igual que seguimos sintiendo, después de pisar una piedra con el pie desnudo, la forma de la piedra en el arco del pie

Esos recuerdos no se presentan en forma de imágenes sino más bien como estremecimientos, como nudos sembrados en el cuerpo, como palpitaciones, como rumores inaudibles, como temblores

Physical compatibility is a question of skin first and foremost. If the contact of one skin on another isn't immediately pleasing nothing else can possibly matter, but if it is, all other things may follow.

A noxious stimulus, such as an angry person, crowds, noise, or bright light, can agitate us because our threshold for sensory overload is extremely low.

The inhumanity of contemporary architecture and cities can be understood as the consequence of the neglect of the body and the senses, and an imbalance in our sensory system.

The body knows and remembers. Architectural meaning derives from archaic responses and reactions remembered by the body and the senses.

Dokunsall?k ve odaklanmam?? çevrel görme tam da ya?anm?? deneyimin özünü biçimlendirir. Odaklanm?? görme dünyayla kar??la?mam?z? sa?lar, çevrel görme ise bizi dünyan?n teniyle sarmalar.

Zaman?m?z?n duyusal a??r? yük alt?nda ezilen savunmac? ve odaklanmam?? bak???, belki gözün kontrol ve iktidara yönelik içsel arzusundan özgürle?mi? yeni görme ve dü?ünme alanlar? açabilir. Odak kayb? gözü tarihsel ataerkil tahakkümden kurtarabilir.

Sanatsal d??avurum, dünyan?n söz-öncesi anlamlar?yla, basitçe entelektüel olarak anla??lmaktan ziyade bedenle bütünle?mi? ve ya?anm?? anlamlarla, iç içedir.

Genel olarak sanat ve mimarl???n görevi de salt birer izleyici olmakla kalmay?p, ayr?lmazcas?na ait oldu?umuz farkl?la?mam?? bir iç dünya deneyimini yeniden kurmakt?r. Sanatsal yap?tlarda varolu?sal anlama yetisi tam da dünyayla kar??la?mam?zdan ve dünyada -olmakl???m?zdan do?ar- kavramsalla?t?r?lamaz ve anl?kla?t?r?lamaz.

Architecture cannot, however, become an instrument of mere functionality, bodily comfort and sensory pleasure without loosing its existentially meditating task. A distinct sense of distance, resistance and tension has to be maintained in relation to programme, function and comfort.

He walked noisily, like a fish.

You never forget a beautiful thing that you have made,' [Chef Bugnard] said. 'Even after you eat it, it stays with you - always.

the way he used to when our love was a living creature, breathing in the room with us.

She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn't had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he'd never thought to feel again.