Quotes About Sensory

Just being in a room with myself is almost more stimulation than I can bear.

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch.

You could eat the air in the place, so thick with bread and warmth that it stang our cheeks.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

The part of her that should have been disgusted was numb.

Water drinkers perceive nothing but the crude and material appearance of things, while intoxication, on the contrary, dulls the eyes of the body and brightens those of the soul.

It doesn't matter where you're from - or how you feel... There's always peace in a strong cup of coffee.

They remained silent, while the bronze tolling passed over their heads so powerfully that they seemed to hear it in the very roots of their hair like a quiver of their flesh.

phenomenological

The first way Maya approaches a book is to smell it.

She leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed her, and then she put her hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical chamber of blood sponges that was his (and every) penis. He felt the corpora cavernosa, commanded by nerve messages from his subconscious brain, fill up with blood, and the tunica albuginea membrane, the penis's straitjacket, trap the blood inside.

and then she put her hand between his legs, wrapping her fingers around the cylindrical chamber of blood sponges that was his (and every) penis.

And I and him, and him and me. (I will always remember that he tasted like cigarettes and something passing sweet, which I could not quite identify.) Andiandhimandhimandme. (And so on.)

Ja minusta on hauska keskustella kirjoista sellaisten ihmisten kanssa, joista on hauska keskustella kirjoista. Minä pidän paperista. Minä pidän sen tunnusta ja siitä miltä kirja tuntuu takataskussa. Pidän myös kirjan tuoksusta.

The wallpaper has a bumpy, swirling pattern, and it is pleasing to rub her face against it. She will read the word damask in a book one day and think, Yes, of course that's what it's called. In contrast, the word wainscoting will come as a huge disappointment.

The human mind, as we know from personal experience, is a chronic time traveler, but we are repeatedly amazed by its ability to hitch up the body, the body that resides the only place it can— in present time— and pull it along like a wagon, with its entire load of sensory equipment, backward or forward into other time zones.

He could smell the lavender scent of the powder she dabbed under her arms, and his own fluids, and hers pungently intermingling.

The smell would have given me an erection if I'd still had testicles.

This is what I love to do: I love to run through a field of wet grass that has not been mowed recently, I love to run, keeping my snout low to the ground so the grass and the sparkles of water cover my face. I imagine myself as a vacuum cleaner, sucking in all the smells. all the life, a spear of summer grass. It reminds me of my childhood, back on the farm in Spangle, where there was no rain but there was grass, there were fields, and I ran. ~ p208

Denny je bil skrušen. Zoe je bila skrušena. Eva je bila skrušena. Jaz sem bil zmrcvarjen. Tako zelo smo se približali veli?ini. Vohali smo jo in dišala je kot pe?en odojek. Vsi imamo radi vonj pe?enega odojka. Toda, ali je huje, da ga vohaš, ne da bi se gostil z njim, ali da ga sploh ne vohaš?

When perception of the physical world is limited to the five-sensory modality, the basis of life in the physical arena becomes fear. Power to control the environment, and those within the environment appears to be essential.

She told me once that the year she went to England she painted her buttons yellow so she would remember what the sun felt like.

What is your intuition telling you? I said & she shook her head. My intuition is telling me to go back home & take a nap, she said. —Sixth Sense

Don't you hear it? She asked & I shook my head no & then she started to dance & suddenly there was music everywhere & it went on for a very long time & when I finally found words all I could say was thank you.