Quotes About Sensory

memory can restore to life everything except smells, although nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

We are liable to miss the best of life if we do not know how to tingle, if we do not learn to hoist ourselves just a little higher than we generally are in order to sample the rarest and ripest fruit of art which human thought has to offer.

The crickets kept crepitating; from time to time there came a sweet whiff of burning juniper; and above the black alpestrine steppe, above the silken sea, the enormous, all-engulfing sky, dove-gray with stars, made one's head spin, and suddenly Martin again experienced a feeling he had known on more than one occasion as a child: an unbearable intensification of all his senses, a magical and demanding impulse, the presence of something for which alone it was worth living.

I see the steam of the chocolate and the plates of blueberry tarts.

If only it were possible to juicily belch up the life one's lived, chew it anew and gulp it down, and then once more to roll it with a fat, ox-like tongue, to squeeze from its eternal dregs the former sweetness of crisp grass, drunk with the morning dew and the bitterness of lilac leaves!

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Hani bilirsiniz göÄŸe as?l? gibi duran gündüzlerin, etraf?nda su sinekleri uçuÅŸan, çiçekler açm?? bir çal?l???n çevresinde geliÅŸen, güzel, a??r kokulu öÄŸleden sonralar?n ya da bir tepeciÄŸin eteklerinde ba??boÅŸ gezerken dal?verip alt üst ettiÄŸiniz yaz akÅŸamüstlerinin s?cakl??? gibi; kürklü bir s?cakl?k, alt?n rengi su sinekleri...

milk, molasses, foaming champagne

It's crowded and gay down there, with a masturbating Jazzband. No?

He could not even see the bluish glimmer of a window or those faint patches of light which come to stay with the walls at night

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless

It was very pleasant to savor its aroma, for smells have the power to evoke the past, bringing back sounds and even other smells that have no match in the present. -Tita

los olores tienen la característica de reproducir tiempos pasados junto con sonidos y olores nunca igualados en el presente.

Gorgeous' you say in English and he likes that word tasting it like wine.

Adoraba sumergirse entre sus páginas amarillentas, aspirar el olor a libros viejos y dejarse llevar por el poder de las palabras.

When you bite into a chocolate truffle, you don't want to find oat bran.

Fragrant, dreaming, unreal, and having to do, terribly, with love.

She asked only that life be tangible, full of things to touch and hold, smell and devour. Soft fabrics, new books, full-bodied wines, well-made dresses, defined calves.

Amiel was looking at me with the kind of interest that made my mouth dry up. I was Braille and his eyes were fingers.

As his flesh touched my spirit, the feeling of falling turned into a feeling of flying. I was soaring through time toward him.

The material was wrinkled, yet even in the low light it remembered the shape of two bodies.

In illness, the world went wonderfully warped, high temperatures turning your pillow to a dune of snow and bringing the night sky, with its daisy-sized stars, so close to your bed you could touch it, and taste the moon.

I love you as only a lover can. Less depressed, less obsessed, I am better than ever able to love your hair, which has blond lights in it, and your remarkable eyes, the blue of my Nana's chipped china. I love the smell of your skin, impossible to describe except to say it's a confluence of many pungent things, and I love your chest with the disks of your nipples, and your thighs striated with sweat, and your back and your breath while you are above me.

Inside the valley, the fragrance of orchids still hung in the air, although they were no longer in bloom. A patch of star-scattered sky lent a bluey sheen to the dark of the grassy space.