Quotes About Sensory

Because whatever I hear outside, cars scrunching down the narrow, council-house streets, sometimes sweeping their headlights across this fusty old room, drunks challenging or serenading the world, or the rending shrieks of cats taking their torturous pleasures, I know I won't hear that noise.

Era ella quien se abría como una sandía madura, roja, jugosa, tibia, ella quien sudaba esa fragancia penetrante de mariscos, ella quien lo mordía, lo arañaba, lo chupaba, gemía, agonizaba de sofoco y de placer. Era en su carne compasiva donde se sumergía hasta perder el aliento y volverse esponja, medusa, estrella de altamar.

Olía a yerbas y tenía la piel fría. Supo que amarla era su destino inexorable.

quería estirar las manos a través de la mesa y tocarlo, acercarse, hundir la nariz en su cuello y comprobar que todavía olía a tierra y hierbas, decirle que sin él vivía sonámbula, que nada ni nadie podía llenar el vacío terrible de su ausencia, que daría todo por volver a estar desnuda en sus brazos, nada importaba sino él.

The strong aroma of meat, fried onion, cumin, and baked dough soaked into my skin so deeply that I have never lost it. I will die smelling like an empanada.

El sótano se convirtió en un frasco sellado donde se revolcaron como gemelos traviesos navegando en aguas amnióticas, dos criaturas turgentes y aturdidas. Por

Es lo mismo con el erotismo. No es necesario explicar quien pone que y dónde. No, puedes hablar de los olores, las sentimientos, la textura, lo que oyes. Eso es mucho más erótico que la hidráulica del mismo.

She who passes by rosemary and doesn't pick it neither had love nor dreams of it.

The zeitgeist tells us that we 'should' prefer dark chocolate much the same as we should prefer wine, coffee, and whiskey with flavor profiles that run toward the extreme. But sometimes I just want to eat something accessible and enjoyable without embarking on a cerebral tasting exercise.

I can't tell what's going on with my feet. They don't say, 'Hey, I'm losing balance.' They give me almost zero feedback.

Zero G is such a surreal experience, and something that is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

You know you're living with the habit of zest if you purposefully choose the scenic route to wherever you are going. Or you choose clothing because you love the texture of the fabric. Or you pick a shampoo or cleaning product because you love the smell - smell being just as important to you as how the product works.

You need to be able to climb into a narrative and zip it up under your chin. You need to be able to see through the eyes of the hero, smell what he's smelling, hear what he's hearing.

I miss the common things, the things that used to really annoy me, like an alarm clock. The sound of your zipper as your fly is being pulled up so that you know it actually is up. The sound of the door as it closes, to know that it's really shut.

Animals feed, man eats; die man of intellect alone knows how to eat.

Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it means can never be said.

Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

I apply paint directly from the tube and with my fingers.

I'm a guy where my perfect pitch has been altered by the fact that I usually tune up to what's going on. When I was a kid, it was horrible! If two notes were playing right next to each other, and they were dissonant, it would drive me nuts. If it was something that sounded like it was in between notes, it'd make me cringe.

I prefer to be in tune with my surroundings and to be aware of things. I like listening to my foot strike and my breathing. It can be quite soothing.

I went to a Turkish hairdresser, and they burned the hair off my ears with a lit taper. They just put the burning candle near your ears and you hear the hair being burned away. And the smell - urggh!

Music has brought me some of the highest moments of my life. I don't even hear the music. I don't even hear the notes. I'm not aware that someone has turned on a tape machine - I'm in another world.

For me, riding a two-wheeler bike was very risky. Counting the pedal strokes before turning a corner and learning to hear the sounds coming from buildings, grass and the climbing frame made all the difference to basic survival and ensured that I didn't end up head-first in the sandpit.

We're made for the light of a cave and for twilight. Twilight is the time we see best. When we dim the light down, and the pupil opens, feeling comes out of the eye like touch. Then you really can feel colour, and experience it.