Quotes About Sensory

Close your eyes, he had said to her. Food demands complete submission. And then he placed a perfect scallop in her mouth. Do you taste the sea? Delphine did. Not just the salt of the sea but the very air of the moment that the shell was pulled from the sand. A storm, perhaps. There is a dark edge to the sweetness of the meat.

The scent of the tree's flowers can stop conversation. Rohan knows no purer source of melancholy.

I had no idea things could taste so good! she exclaimed. This is all so delicious! Is she all right? whispered Queen Glamdis to Jack. Just crazy in a new way, Jack whispered back.

Matt's mouth watered at the memory of cookies.

Rhythms. You can almost feel them on suburban streets, divine the hour of the day without consulting a clock from the sounds heard in the cool, leafy neighborhoods.

Walking away barefoot on the soft loam, with mist rising in ribbons all around her, Etty tucked the year's first violets into her hair.

She lay all too aware of how frost stiffened her hair, furred her blankets.

I was so tired that I was nothing but my body: the steady dull throb in my thighs, the tremor all along my arms, the thick grime of dust muffling my skin.

I was seeing whispers and wind chimes — not solid wind chimes dangling, which would have been all right; I was seeing the sound of wind chimes, and don't ask me to describe it.

My body remembered the endless day;

Every woman is wired differently. Some women's nerves branch more in the vagina; other women's nerves branch more in the clitoris. Some branch a great deal in the perineum, or at the mouth of the cervix. That accounts for some of the differences in female sexual response.

Al-most-blue...con due pause in mezzo, due respiri sospesi da cui si capisce, si sente che sta tenendo gli occhi chiusi. Per questo mi piace Almost blue. Perchè è una canzone che si canta ad occhi chiusi.

As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.

I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.

She let herself be lulled by the perfume of the words and was soon lost among them, succumbing to the torrent of images and rhythms that oozed from the story of Ariadna's adventures and her descent into the depths of that enchanted Barcelona.

Su idioma eran las texturas y los ecos, el color de las voces, el ritmo de los pasos.

When I reached the street, I could still feel [her] face, her voice, and her smell, deep in my soul. I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.

A könyvekben, amelyek közt nevelkedtem, láthatatlan, titkos barátokra leltem; s bár lapjaik rég elporladtak már, az illatukat azóta is Å'rzi kezem.

Vestia marfim e trazia o mundo no olhar.Mal me lembro das palavras do padre,nem dos rostos perdidos de esperança dos convidados que enchiam a igreja naquela manhã de Março.Permanece apenas em mim o roçagar dos seus lábios e,ao entreabrir os olhos,o juramento secreto que trazia na pele e que recordaria todos os dias da minha vida.

CLARA'S NAKED BODY LAY STRETCHED OUT ON WHITE SHEETS that shone like washed silk. Maestro Neri's hands slid over her lips, her neck, and her breasts.

traía el mundo en la mirada. [...] Sólo me queda el roce de sus labios y, al entreabrir los ojos, el juramento secreto que me llevé en la piel y que recordaría todos los días de mi vida.

No podía oír su voz o sentir su tacto, pero su luz y su calor ardían en cada rincón de aquella casa.

Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.

The Out-of-Sync Child Has Fun (Perigee, 2006), The Goodenoughs Get in Sync (Sensory World, 2010), Growing an In-Sync Child (Perigee, 2010), and In-Sync Activity Cards (Sensory World, 2012).