Quotes About Sensory

When you fall in love, you genuinely hear violin being played in the background. You genuinely feel that clouds are bursting and you look at every small thing as really beautiful.

Virtual simulations allow post-traumatic stress disorder sufferers to re-experience the events that traumatized them, and then slowly desensitize themselves to their impact through repeated recreations involving not just sight and sound but even smell.

At the same time, one of the things I noticed was that the moment there was any kind of audio attached to virtual reality, it really improved the experience, even though the audio didn't feel like a sound engineer or composer had been anywhere near it.

The fact is: America's obsession with meat and dairy has pretty much destroyed our sense of taste. The average burger and milkshake meal is so overloaded with fat, salt and sugar that it has numbed our taste buds to virtually anything else.

There are things you can get in that physical experience you cannot get virtually.

Most of the time, I can't listen to the song after the video's done. Sometimes I'll hear a song that I've worked on at a restaurant or on the radio, and I'll have this visceral physical reaction.

Color is just in a small area of our vision, and the rest we add with the mind.

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

When I saw how real virtual reality can be, and that we can replace human vision with virtual vision, this can be the ultimate platform.

It's well documented that touch is important for well-being throughout our lifetimes.

Art isn't a product. It's an experience

There in the middle of the rooftop—in a circle of lighted candles scented with the smell of vanilla—sat a four-poster bed adorned with throw pillows.

Bilinçle kavrad???m?z ve yapt???m?z ?eylerin, bireysel geli?imimizle hiçbir ilgisi olmayan gizli kalm?? duyusal izlenimlere k?yasla hayat?m?z üzerindeki etkisi ne kadar az.

Bilinçle kavrad???m?z ve yapt???m?z ?eylerin, bireysel geli?imimizle hiçbir ilgisi olmayan gizli kalm?? duyusal izlenimlere k?yasla hayat?m?z üzerindek? etkisi ne kadar az.

The notion that the womb is a silent place is pure fantasy. If a person dives under water, he hears very little because sound is muffled by the cushion of air remaining outside the eardrum. A fetus has no air bubble outside its ear, and water conducts sound better than air.

eye at the end of each arm. But the starfish doesn't have an actual brain to tell it what it's seeing. Instead, nerves run from its mouth to each of its eyes, and sensors in its many tubelike "feet" actually find food. So the starfish is perfectly able to move and eat and do all that it needs to live, but it can't think. The starfish can't "see" what path it should take—it just goes where its body tells it to go.

contact—emotional networks integrate with sensory and motor systems to connect social and emotional meaning with behaviors.

The flavor of wine is like delicate poetry

Ik wrong en wreef me opene muis tegen z'n geertig likkende mond aan en spoot meteen al me geil, dat hij zo lekker vond, uit me mossel weg. Het stroomde zo over z'n gelaat, een fontein van geil, waarvan hij dronk of het een whisky-pruimsap was. Ik verloor het bewustzijn erbij (...)

Okay, you were probably taught there are five senses," he said. "We see, hear, touch, smell and taste. But how do we know those are the only five? What are the senses that we don't have? What are we failing to perceive?

The night is a strawberry.

Quote from Louise Penny a Canadian author. Wrote "How The Light Gets In" from an interview. "Having started as a voracious reader (and I still am), I know that reading is as creative as writing. The writer suggests, creates a character, a setting, an atmosphere. But it's the reader who brings it alive. Walks with the characters, sees the world, smells the wood smoke, tastes the café au lait and feels the biting cold on the tender cheek

He'd just had time to notice how a tiny curl of her dark hair hooked on to the side of her ear, and hung there.

The mixture of cafe au lait and impatience was producing an exquisite vibration.