Quotes About Sensory

The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.

How could I have lived my entire life without knowing this man? His eyes are gray and green, and I smooth my fingertips over the arches of his brows. I touch the sleekness of the hair that falls in front of his ears.

So, like I asked, what's with the nightie?" "It smells like what I always think mothers smell like," I tell him honestly, knowing I don't have to explain. He nods. "My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it's turning me on.

I need to feel the earth beneath my feet, between my toes—the splinters, the bindi-eyes, the burning sensation of hot dirt, the sting of cuts, the twigs, the bites, the heat, the discomfort, the everything. I need desperately to feel it all, so when something wonderful happens, the contrast will be so massive that I will bottle the impact and keep it for the rest of my life.

You smell like a bar," he said. I thought, You smell like a library. But I wanted to have sex right then, so I said, "You smell like a poem.

And there's something else that rain gives us; something deeper and more mysterious, to do with memory, and nostalgia, and a pleasurable kind of melancholy.

Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.

They lay there for a few seconds, in the dark, in the future, listening to the fabulous clockwork of their hearts and lungs, and loving each other

The tires catch, the truck moves off, and for an instant there is a hole of quiet, a pocket of air without any noise, before the call of radios and televisions and bees and wind rushes in to fill my ears.

I'm not used to seeing people's faces. There's too much information there. Aren't you aware of it? Too much, too fast.

In fact, if you step outside on a sunny day, there's enough light reaching your brain that you could actually read this page inside your skull.

To me, it's far more efficient to mobilize the imagination. It's far more efficient to hear a creaking step, for example, than to see the face of a monster, which usually looks ridiculous, and where you know that the blood is ketchup.

Researcher Ray Christian sheds some light on the possible role of the unconscious in decision making. He notes that what we perceive at any given moment—our conscious bandwidth—is an extremely small subset of the information stream flowing to the sense organs. Specifically, he estimates that the capacity of our sensory system is 11 megabits per second while our conscious bandwidth is just 16 bits per second.10

Miami is one of these great places that is a really sensual, physically beautiful place.

sensory-specific satiety." In lay terms, this is the tendency for big distinct flavors to overwhelm the brain, which responds by making you feel full, or satiated, really fast.

Using high math and computations, he engineers them, with one goal in mind: to create the biggest crave. "People say, 'I crave chocolate,' " Moskowitz told me. "But why do we crave chocolate, or chips? And how do you get people to crave these and other foods?

Hence at any moment only part of the visual elements of a scene is available for conscious perception.

Old tricky tequila, which tastes to me like a mix of tears and spit.

When you got right down to it, my dick was the one organ that hadn't presented itself to my consciousness through pain

Cuando desaparece la sexualidad, lo que aparece es el cuerpo del otro, con su presencia vagamente hostil; los ruidos, los movimientos, los olores; y la presencia misma de ese cuerpo que ya no podemos tocar, ni santificar mediante el contacto, se convierte poco a poco en algo incómodo; desgraciadamente, nada de esto es nuevo.

El espacio viene, se acerca y pretende devorarme. Hay un ruidito en el centro de la habitación. Los fantasmas están ahí, son el espacio, me rodean. Se alimentan de los ojos reventados de los hombres.

La civilización ha desnaturalizado así al animal que somos para transformarnos en observadores del mundo al precio de una deplorable incapacidad para olerlo y degustarlo. Así es como nos apartamos cada vez más de lo real para contentarnos con gozar de las imágenes que lo representan.

Não posso negar o que vi, o que cheirei, o que senti, o que amei.

The good things in life do not come only through the senses. Some of the most exhilarating experiences we undergo are generated inside the mind, triggered by information that challenges our ability to think, rather than from the use of sensory skills.