Quotes About Sensory

the horse looks, but how beautiful it feels to him.

The tips of his fingers glistened with the lamb grease from my cheek. I brought them to my lips and licked them, slowly, one by one.

In France one must adapt oneself to the fragrance of a urinal.

Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it's something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup

You just need a little perspective. Warmed chocolate can give you that.

How cruel that she had really seen him, touched him. That he had been real, not another phantasm drifting greyly among the trees, a little gasp of loneliness from her afflicted mind. But a beautiful face, and a voice not merely familiar but in her bones. The Ridgerunner was gone, and she could still smell him on her hands.

His breath was the only sound, and in that darkness it seemed too loud. Was he the only one breathing? He stood and listened hard. For days he had felt as if something was pacing along just behind him, some shy creature following his scent.

I base most of my fashion sense on what doesn't itch.

I've come to this conclusion, on the rustling of the dried leaf skirts. It's like a form of vagueness that lets you imagine things, only you hear it.

really involved in whatever you are doing. Experience it fully with all of your senses. Be in the experience of the present moment and not lost in your thoughts.

Y la cuestión es ésta: la televisión invierte la evolución de lo sensible en inteligible y lo convierte en el ictu oculi , en un regreso al puro y simple acto de ver. La televisión produce imágenes y anula los conceptos, y de este modo atrofia nuestra capacidad de abstracción y con ella toda nuestra capacidad de entender.

Vieni, mio bel gatto, sul mio cuore innamorato; trattieni le unghie della zampa, e lasciami sprofondare nei tuoi occhi striati di metallo e d'agata" - Charles Baudelaire

This vertical history feels more intimate and sensory than written history. It's been reaching out all along, I just wasn't paying attention.

The white room is an interior to be made devoid of any specific sensualism emanated by objects. Ultimately it is classic white canvas expanded into three-dimensional space.

There is no light until you see it, no heat until you feel it and no music until you hear it. YOU make the Universe alive!

The taste of the wine (1) had a sweet taste (2) when I took a taste (3), which was too strong for my taste (4) and therefore not to my taste (5), though I may not have the best taste (6) when compared with your taste (7).

Neuroenology explains how the fluid mechanics of the wine in your mouth and the patterns of your breathing activate your sensory and motor pathways to create the taste of wine and, together with your central brain systems for emotion and memory, generate the whole perception of wine pleasure. We

I love the smell of vintage words, the taste of authors' souls, the feel of books a thousand times read, the sight of worn spines in line on a shelf, the haunting sound and inked-mind silence of reading alone.

Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in the theater.

Wrapping my hands around the warm mug, and inhaling, and drinking sip by sip — a calming, invigorating, aromatic, caffeinated meditation.

I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.

Put cream and sugar on a fly, and it tastes very much like a black raspberry.

Is there anything like the odor of strawberries? The next best thing to tasting them is to smell them; one may put his nose to the dish while the fruit is yet too rare and choice for his fingers. Touch not and taste not, but take a good smell and go mad!

Our souls are dying — our flesh needs to feel the world on our knees with our naked feet face first in the dirt — wade and splash and submerge ourselves in water that is alive not sterilized, not sanitized not dead of being nothing...