Quotes About Sensory

was how he imagined a rose garden would smell if somebody covered it with fertilizer, doused it with gasoline, set it on fire, and then put out the flames with buckets of horse piss.

Your tummy, soft as warm dough. I knead and knead, then bake it with a nap.

What do you mean "Ewww"? How is my tuna breath worse than peanut butter?

The smell of cooking food is often a calming one.

When you think of me," she said quietly, "think of a food you love very much.

It took the combined efforts of many scientists, however, to discover that Nature's actuality is far beyond the limits of our direct sensory experience, and to arrive at the belief that heat is just one form of "energy," a mysterious, insubstantial entity that, like the soul, we will never be able to touch, see, or feel but only experience in its different manifestations.

A New York doctor has finished a five year study on what smells have the biggest effect on New Yorkers. The smell New Yorkers like the most: vanilla. The smell New Yorkers like the least: New Jersey.

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

Leven is het weer. Leven is maaltijden. Lunch op een blauw-geruit kleed waar zout op is gemorst. De geur van tabak. Brie, gele appels, messen met houten handvaten.

To forget things I like getting lost in the smell of old books, the scent of the gods.

Sleep is an excellent way of listening to an opera.

I can feel a thing I cannot touch and touch a thing I cannot feel. The first is sad and sorry, the second is your heart.

This heavish sweety fragrance,' Thag muttered to himself, 'that rises, or that roses, isn't fit for human noses, and it tricks the minds of men. Three times two is eight,' he said, 'and one is ten.

Philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau wrote: "Smell is the sense of the imagination.

Marcel Proust wrote in Time Regained: "An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase filled with perfumes, sounds, projects, and climates." Every hour my nose is filled with nature's fresh perfume. —DB

Words strike the air and the mind, they act on the senses and on the soul.

I well know the sight of beauty is a real gratification.

She chewed the tender meat and sucked out the juices and felt the sauce coat her tongue and roll down her throat. After that, he looked still better. Another

You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious.-

And from where I was sitting his ass looked like little Bear's bed...not too hard, and not too soft, but just right.

I woke up wrapped in Ranger's arms, our legs entwined, my face snuggled into his neck. He smelled nice, and he felt even better . . . warm and friendly. I enjoyed it for a moment before reality took hold.

My cooter falls asleep when I ride a bike.

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.