Quotes About Sensory

The state should, I think, be called 'anesthesia.' This signifies insensibility.

The Space Station is primarily made of aluminum. The smell is really weird and sort of like burning metal. It is absolutely distinct and totally repeatable.

I don't mean to say it's not fresh on the space station, but there's nothing like new, cold air coming into the capsule.

And so I had to turn corners inside-out with my eyes and to read the third side of a book's page, seeking in futility to gaze at what I could then touch with none of my senses.

Sources and apps that goad us into emphasizing our aggression, encourage us to aggrandize ourselves at the expense of others, and reward us for displaying our most negative thoughts are destroying our ability to function as citizens, even without the slew of emotional problems created when our minds are spinning in a tornado of random sensory input all day.

Her fingers touched me! She smells all amber.

I always tell travel writing students to use these early hours to explore, because one's surroundings—the colorful drinks, the melodic sirens, the sweet-and-foul smells—will not be as clear or as sharp in a few days. At the start, everything stands out as if in high definition, especially, strangely, if you're groggy from jet lag or insomnia.

He picked up a handful of grass and squeezed it in his fingers, letting the blades fall back to the ground, two or three at a time. It felt cold and wiry.

She did think of him sometimes. Lying alone in a hospital bed at 2:00 a.m., or during bouts of writer's block. He'd appear on the fringes of her thoughts—no face, just a feeling. His warm, minty-vanilla scent. The rough softness of his skin, like velvet caressed against the grain.

There are essentially three forms of memory, implicit or unconscious memory, explicit or conscious memory, and sensory or body/kinesthetic memory. Much of our childhood experience becomes part of our implicit (unconscious) memory and our sensory (body) memory.

Because emotional and sensory memory are processed by and stored in the body, the most successful forms of therapy for trauma are experiential.

It's been nonstop hallucinations.

Without her, he was blind, deaf, and dumb.

Three days in a city now and I'm quite flipped. There's too much noise. I just can't do with it.

One of my sensory problems was hearing sensitivity, where certain loud noises, such as a school bell, hurt my ears. It sounded like a dentist drill going through my ears.

I hate mouth noises of all kinds - chewing, swallowing, gum smacking, heavy breathing.

Smelling a crayon takes you right back to childhood. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and take another hit.

When I'm eating I try to make sure I can breathe through my nose the entire time. If I have to breathe through my mouth, there's no way I'm eating or swallowing.

That's what I used to enjoy so much: Bringing a record home, having it arrive in the mailbox. Having the whole experience of hearing it as you're holding it and looking at it and reading the liner notes, if they're anything.

My favourite scores, they have very little music. I don't ever want to notice the music coming in. I just want it to suddenly be there and feel something.

The modern notion of background music is a loud thump, thump, thump. It isn't only conversation it kills but also concentration.

She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel.

My art has no object, no image, no point of focus.

The least touchable object in the world is the eye.