Quotes About Sensory

More and more, we're used to taking things in through the eyes rather than through the ears, and opera is more of a spectacle.

One of my greatest extravagances is smelly candles. I'm embarrassed to say, but I spend a disproportionate amount of money on candles. It adds up.

Food for me has to pop, and at Spice Market, the food really pops.

I measure in my palm and use my eyes to estimate amounts; a tablespoon is a full palm of dried spices.

I don't think my work is about the spiritual life, but it certainly touches on it.

People have often asked me whether what I know about love has spoiled it for me. And I just simply say, 'Hardly.' You can know every single ingredient in a piece of chocolate cake, and then when you sit down and eat that cake, you can still feel that joy.

We can land men on the moon, but, for all our mechanical and electronic wizardry, we cannot reproduce an artificial fore-finger that can feel as well as beckon.

Wood is universally beautiful to man. It is the most humanly intimate of all materials.

Sight is the noblest sense of man.

when I saw any of those kinds of beauty I knew I was alive, and not just in the sense that when I hit my thumb with a hammer I knew I was alive, but rather in the sense that I was partaking of something--something was passing through me that it was in my nature to be a part of.

in the background she can hear the shopping carts performing their clashy, anal copulations.

The cosmos seems oblivious to time. It only matters to us. Consciousness is time-constituting. We build time up out of instantaneous impressions that flow in through our sensory organs at each moment. Then they recede into the past. What is this thing we call the past? It is a system of records encoded in our nerve tissue—records that tell a consistent story.

penetrates your iris, tenderest of sphincters

As we learned in Vietnam, high-powered weapons are so sensorily overwhelming that they are similar to psychoactive drugs.

She smelled good: not an easy thing to accomplish in 1714.

Consciousness—the here-and-now of the human mind—is linked to the body's surroundings by a thousand strands, most of which we're never aware of until all of them are severed.

The stuff was tremendous, like drinking your favorite book.

They walk into the hop field. Carefully. There is an enveloping smell, a resiny odor not unlike marijuana, the sharp smell that comes off an expensive beer.

quale." The subjective experience of (for example) redness. Or of music, or of a tarte tatin.

I am aware that men are in the habit of looking at whatever women happen to be nearby, in the hopes of deriving enjoyment from their physical beauty, their hair, makeup, fragrance, and clothing.

That is what is meant by "getting back to your senses." It is a returning to how you feel, not how you think.

As he lay there, he was sure that he could still feel the memory of that strange hand cupping the back of his neck; and he couldn't believe how empty his mouth felt, now that it only had his own tongue in it.

Focus is passé. In the modern world we want to feel everything all the time. There is no point in just taking a walk in the park when we can also listen to headphones, munch on a hot dog, crank up our vibrating soles to the maximum, and check out the passing carnival of humanity. Our choices about the creed of a new world order: stimulation! Thought and creativity have become subservient to the singular goal of saturating our senses.

Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.