Quotes About Sensory

Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.

A modern man registers a hundred times more sensory impressions than an eighteenth-century artist

And Nuria again saw hundreds, thousands, millions of slimy, horrible salamanders all around her

Look, there's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.

Look, there's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.

Tenemos los ojos cansados de tanto ver, y los oídos de tanto oír, y el corazón de tanto odiar.

Our kitchen is a kitchen that makes food designed to be tasted with the five senses and it requires concentration to appreciate all that we want to express.

When I go to a fine dining restaurant, I'm excited and I do expect to find proposals to wake my senses.

You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way.

What is stronger than a mother's love? The smell of spring onions on your girl's breath.

There was a reek in her nose, a slick dark green smell of water that was old enough to be clever and dangerous.

He could gaze upon a particular deep shade of green and pick out every nuance of the color. Zeluppian Fern Green, his mind would inform him. Gray, said his soul. Just a shade of gray with a greenish name. His well-trained tongue could pick out every flavor of a sweetmeat. Honey from bees fed only cowslip nectar, his mind would tell him, with cherries marinated for twenty-one years in peach-and-saffron brandy. Ash, said his soul. Ash and dust. Even

It seems that most the world is driven by the eye, right? They design cities to look great but they always sound horrible, ... They design telephones to look great, but they sound horrible. I think it was about time that the other senses were celebrated.

Feelings flake off and fall in dust. The senses, vitrified, can no longer experience pleasure; they crack at the least provocation. Each of us, within, was as if devoured by a conflagration, and our hearts were no more than a pinch of ashes. Our souls were laid waste. For a long time now we had believed in nothing, not even in nothingness.

Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, and just wanted to go to sleep forever?

about a book lent by a crush] Last night I read into the wee small hours. Fell asleep with my face in the book, my nose pressed up against the print. Could smell Sean on the pages, the lingering odours from his sportsbag. Man scent, liniment, damp earth.

She closed her eyes and pushed her head into the dog's fur so she wouldn't see what terrified her and filled her with longing at the same time.

Kora?ao am, a nitko se nije pojavljivao,niti na putu, niti na prozorima, niti na balkonima, bilo je tiho, samo se u zraku ?uo šum vjetra koji je mirisao i kojega se dalo jesti poput sladoleda, poput nevidljivog tucanog snijega, bezmalo se mogao jesti žli?icom, imao sam dojam da, kada bih si uz njega uzeo pecivo ili komad kruha, da bih ga se mogao najesti skoro kao mlijeka.

Vzduch venku byl kapalného skupenství. ÄŒerná, antracitová voda, vybízející k tomu, aby jí ?lovÄ›k položil ruku na hÃ…â"¢bet a pohladil ji.

It smelled bad there, like blood and rotting meat, a dense, heavy smell very different from the smell of his own town, which smelled of dirty clothes, sweat clinging to the skin, pissed-on earth, which is a thin smell, and smell like Chorda filum." 2666, Bolano

Fiction must convince our bodies for it to have any chance of convincing our minds.

You don't have to be a great swimmer to appreciate the benefits of sensory solitude and the equilibrium the water can bring.

Dave Rastovich: "We forget our bodies as we know them and we just . . . swim.

Vous sentez la forêt, avec un ruisseau et des petits lapins.