Quotes About Sensory

He smelt strongly of woodsmoke, blood, and unwashed male, but the night chill bit through my thin dress and I was happy enough to lean back against him.

I estimated the ambient humidity at roughly a thousand percent, but tipped a little of my sweetened coffee into the saucer and blew on it nonetheless.

He could feel the shape of his eyeballs beneath his lids, round and hot, tasty bits of jelly rolling restless to and fro, looking vainly for oblivion, while the rising sun turned his lids a dark and bloody red.

Yes, there it was, the reek of a man, strong and sour as the smell of a rutting goat.

You want to anchor the scene with physical details, but by and large it's better to use sensual details rather than overtly sexual ones.

Her breath was warm on his cheek, smelling of fried egg.

I thought of telling him that his own touch seared my skin and filled my veins with fire. But I was already alight and glowing like a brand. I closed my eyes and felt the kindling touch move to cheek and temple, ear and neck, and shuddered as his hands dropped to my waist and drew me close.

We didn't speak anymore, then, as the melting boundaries of our bodies disappeared. It was slow, dreamy and peaceful, his body and mine as much as mine was his, so that I curled my foot round his leg and felt both smooth sole and hairy shin, felt callused palm and tender flesh, was knife and sheath together, the rhythm of our movement that of one heart beating. The

He hadn't shaved since morning, and the faint red stubble rasped pleasantly beneath my fingertips.

People can drink with their eyes; I can eat with my nose.

I feel that I want to use light as this wonderful and magic elixir that we drink as Vitamin D through the skin - and I mean, we are literally light-eaters - to then affect the way that we see.

Film is like eating to me. It feels completely natural.

I want to make music that is completely electronic but doesn't feel it.

So much of what makes a room great is how you enter and circulate through it, how it addresses the body.

You can have intense food experience with less food. Europeans have intense food experiences but eat less food.

All that is musical in us is memory.

A man should smell better than his country

The thing about all my food is that everything is a remembered flavor. Maybe it's something I had as a child or maybe it's something I had in Milan, but I want it to taste better than you ever thought.

Touch is the most basic, the most nonconceptual form of communication that we have. In touch there are no language barriers; anything that can walk, fly, creep, crawl, or swim already speaks it.

we take care not to touch each other in public, nor do we look into each other's eyes except furtively, because Ivan must first wash my eyes with his own, removing the images which landed on my retina before his arrival.

to note that our educational systems actually teach us to confuse our intellects and our direct-sensing operative abilities as to their priority. Both are important, of course. But we tend to place our intellectual processes above our direct-sensory capabilities, so much so in some instances that many people have lost real touch with their direct-sensory operative functions. The result of

Advanced research along these lines has established that in each and every minute an immensely astronomical number of information bits do enter through our whole-body receptors. Additionally, during

I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning—raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing.

Human beings thought with their hands. It was their hands that were the answer of curiosity, that felt and pinched and turned and lifted and hefted. There were animals that had brains of respectable size, but they had no hands and that made all the difference.