Quotes About Sensory

Your skin was song. Your advice was:see.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt.

Indeed, the line between perceiving and hallucinating is not as crisp as we like to think. In a sense, when we look at the world, we are hallucinating all the time. One could almost regard perception as the act of choosing the one hallucination that best fits the incoming data.

It's as if each of us is hallucinating all the time and what we call perception involves merely selecting the one hallucination that best matches the current input.

As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unselfconciously to the soughing of the trees.

hair is the color of melted dark chocolate

You are the calling of lovers, the signals that silently appeal to one another in the dark. Sky with rubbed out stars, you give yourself, like a warm field, to these noiseless wings.

Pero otro día toco tu mano. Mano tibia... Tu delicada mano silente. A veces cierro mis ojos y toco leve tu mano, leve toque que comprueba su forma, que tienta su estructura, sintiendo bajo la piel alada el duro hueso insobornable, el triste hueso adonde no llega nunca el amor. Oh carne dulce, que sí empapa del amor hermoso.

I rolled in the ash of the fire just to be touched and dirtied by something.

I didn't know his middle name or his favorite color, but I knew how his thoughts felt caressing my mind. The bright tang of his adrenaline coursing under my skin. The force of his heart, strong and rhythmic and a bit sad, pumping within my own chest.

My mouth tasted like some creature had laid eggs in there and then the eggs had hatched and all the baby creatures had taken their first craps on my tongue.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

Beauty should be edible, or not at all.

Color exists in itself, possessing its own beauty.

My big thing is to make sure the lipsticks taste good when you kiss. And, well, so far they taste pretty darn good.

with one image he would make that beauty explode into me.

We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.

Beauty is objectified pleasure.

Beauty adds to goodness a relation to the cognitive faculty: so that "good" means that which simply pleases the appetite; while the "beautiful" is something pleasant to apprehend.

The best way to learn is live, in person, cooking, feeling, smelling and tasting, but TV is the second-best thing to that; it's a halfway facsimile.

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

Your cellphone has 10 sensors, and your car has 400. But your body has none - that's going to change.

We could say that the word mindfulness is pointing to being one with our experience, not dissociating, being right there when our hand touches the doorknob or the telephone rings or feelings of all kinds arise. The