Quotes About Sensory

What else is the power of melody but the power of feeling? Music is the language of feeling; melody is audible feeling - feeling communicating itself.

If you watch a film without music, there's nothing that you can connect with.

Even the minds of animals, such as dogs, lions, cats, and serpents, become charmed with music.

Refine your senses through the great masters of music, painting, and poetry.

Without music we shall surely perish of drink, morphia, and all sorts of artificial exaggerations of the cruder delights of the senses.

Often people try and just consider music as music, in a musical context. People seem to forget that music is not just audio material - it's also the artwork, the packaging it comes in.

When you are listening to music it is better to cover your eyes than your ears.

Nature endows us with the feeling that moves us in all our musical experiences; we might call her gift instinct.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

Nothing in nature is as simple as it sometimes seems when reduced to words.

It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.

By nature, I am a materialist... It is exactly these impingements upon our sense of touch and so forth that I'm interested in.

Scents bring memories, and many memories bring nostalgic pleasure. We would be wise to plan for this when we plant a garden.

Scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and nearest at hand.

The gardens of my youth were fragrant gardens and it is their sweetness rather than their patterns of their furnishings that I now most clearly recall.

Insect life was so loud that when you parked the car and got out it sounded as if you had suddenly tuned into a radio frequency from another planet.

A passionate look, touch or a hug on a plant is enough to open your inner eyes than going for a serious yoga and other therapies

If you wish to know the divine feel the wind on your face and the warm sun on your hand.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.

You can lose yourself in pleasure, 'til your body's going numb, but will it ever be enough.

Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses.

The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and the half-loaf, the grain of a petal, the rain-bow and the rain.

I do, not because i think, but I Feel!