Quotes About Sensory

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tierra, de agua

I went up the stairs, I crossed the roads, trains carried me, waters brought me, and in the skin of the grapes I thought I touched you. The wood suddenly brought me your touch, the almond announced to me your secret softness, until your hands closed on my chest and there like two wings they ended their journey.

El amor no se mira, se siente, y aún más cuando ella está junto a ti.

Painting it's a blind man profession. Painter is painting not what he sees but what he feels.

All right, get out a bowl," I told her. "It has to be a beautiful bowl." "Why?" "Because then the whole experience will be more pleasurable. Pick one you like.

Feel body as luxury-- as a bird feels when shooting through the air, and as a child does always -- is health

When life force is shut off from the sensory organs, material sensations cannot reach the brain to snatch away the meditator's attention from God.

The different sensory stimuli to which man reacts — tactual, visual, gustatory, auditory, and olfactory — are produced by vibratory variations in electrons and protons. The vibrations in turn are regulated by prana, "lifetrons," subtle life forces or finer-than-atomic energies intelligently charged with the five distinctive sensory idea-substances. Gandha

The vibrations in turn are regulated by prana, "lifetrons," subtle life forces or finer-than-atomic energies intelligently charged with the five distinctive sensory idea-substances.

Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.

In the lowcountry, the smell of the marshlands is offensive to visitors, but is the fragrant essence of the planet to the native born.

Something - a flick of color, the faint beat of the earth under my feet, or maybe my name in someone's thoughts - made me lift my eyes.

he felt the snow, downward groping of tree roots.

I stared at the changing patterns on the back of his white shirt as he moved under the trees.

I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.

The dusky and faintly sweet smell of her perfume came to Therese again, a smell suggestive of dark green silk, that was hers alone, like the smell of a special flower.

Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.

The way to see the world was to see it drunk. Everything was created to be seen drunk.

Her arms were tight around Carol, and she was conscious of Carol and nothing else, of Carol's hand that slid along her ribs, Carol's hair that brushed her bare breasts, and then her body too seemed to vanish in widening circles that leaped further and further, beyond where thought could follow.

I can easily bear cold, loneliness, hunger and toothache, but I cannot bear noise, heat, interruprions, or other people.

She had begun to bake to have her eyes looking at a bowl, a flour bin, an oven, a fire, a face, anything but water. Her hands shaped loaves like scallop shells, like moon shells, like starfish; she ate them as if she ate the sea, to make it part of her, to transform bone to shell and lose herself in it, eyeless, thoughtless, wrapped in memories and anchored on some hoary rock against the currents of the deep.

Euphemia's eyelashes were blown back into her eyes, and her hair was whipped about until it all came down and streamed out behind her.

the professor talking about eigengrau—intrinsic gray, brain gray. It was the color you "saw" when light was totally absent, a kind of visual noise, like snow static on a television.