Quotes About Sensory

Even the blind man can see the beauty as it rides upon the sound of a voice, edge itself between the lines on his fingerprints to be spread upon the smooth snippets of life he touches.

It was very pleasant to savor its aroma, for smells have the power to evoke the past, bringing back sounds and even other smells that have no match in the present. -Tita

Ik eet vis met een vieze vork van een vies bord. Deze vis smaakt zo verrukkelijk, dat ik in vervoering een toespraak zou willen houden!

If soul may look and body touch,Which is the more blest?

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason outselves into it.

Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.

He went through the back door into the long narrow kitchen, feeling as he always did the sudden onslaught of time, enthralled by the myriad smells of the kitchen: coffee and cloves and cinnamon, the heavy fruity odor of basketed apples and the faintly sour smell of dried peaches, and some other odor, rich and dark and mysterious, that was the odor of time itself, of days the old woman had stacked into years as carefully as a mason lays one stone atop another to construct a wall.

Virtual Reality is like mainlining television.

He ran his fingers back and forth over the broad crown of the head of a coon dog named Sounder.

SAY IT. Go ahead, stand before the mirror, look at your mouth, and say it. Blue. See how you pucker up, your lips opening with the consonants into a kiss, and then that final exhalation of vowels? Blue. The word looks like what it is, a syllable blown out into the air, and with the sound and the sight of saying it as one.

Leaves move in the windows. I cannot tell you yet how beautiful it is, what it means. But they do move. They move in the glass.

tried to hold the feeling but it was warm as new bath water and just as hard to hold.

The most dreadful scenes, the worst in Dante's Inferno, for example, can be visualized by the inner eye; and sounds, too, are conveyed to us in a description so that they can be heard mentally; but it is not so with smells.

The garden, historically, is the place where all the senses are exploited. Not just the eye, but the ear- with water, wtih birds. And there is texture, too, in plants you long to touch.

Red is not in the apple but in the perception.

The baby, assailed by eyes, ears, nose, skin, and entrails at once, feels it all as one great blooming, buzzing confusion.

no smell of piss or green beans. That was how you could tell for sure it was an upscale old-age joint. It smelled instead like a summer meadow, it smelled of daisies, it smelled like a preview of coming attractions.

He closed his eyes for a moment and tasted the emotions before they slipped away.

Hob is not meant to Think. I see and then I Do. I do not put things together to make sense.

Akitchen in the morning: it can be a garden of the senses.

Macey watched her buttocks move in her fawn cords as if they were chewing a very sweet caramel.

El sonido más solitario del mundo es el que producen otras personas haciendo el amor.