Quotes About Sensory

If music modulates our feelings, so does food; and all the fine cuisines of the world are based on that knowledge. The

But one cannot rely solely on games and art to improve the quality of life. To achieve control over what happens in the mind, one can draw upon an almost infinite range of opportunities for enjoyment—for instance, through the use of physical and sensory skills ranging from athletics to music to Yoga (chapter 5), or through the development of symbolic skills such as poetry, philosophy, or mathematics

It does not matter whether we see or we not-see, as long as we are in control of what is happening to us. The same person can meditate in the morning and shut out all sensory experience, and then look at a great work of art in the afternoon; either way he may be transformed by the same sense of exhilaration.

To transform the biological necessity of feeding into a flow experience, one must begin by paying attention to what one eats. It is astonishing—as well as discouraging—when guests swallow lovingly prepared food without any sign of having noticed its virtues. What

The same person can meditate in the morning and shut out all sensory experience, and then look at a great work of art in the afternoon; either way he may be transformed by the same sense of exhilaration.

was described to me as "emerald green," but that is underselling: it was far richer than that, more vivid, a color so intense I could almost taste it. I could certainly feel it. You know a color has moved you when to see it is only the beginning of the experience.

When she first felt her son's groping mouth attach itself to her breast, a wave of sweet vibration thrilled deep inside and radiated to all parts of her body; it was similar to love, but it went beyond a lover's caress, it brought a great calm happiness, a great happy calm.

People are going deaf because music is played louder and louder, but because they're going deaf, it has to be played louder still.

Ah, the belly has a better memory than the heart!

I'll be the first to say, It's so beautiful here. The sooner you say, It's so beautiful here, the quicker you can say, Wow, I'm getting overheated.

Jedina stvarala?ka stvarnost jesu isklju?ivo prvotna oskvrnu?a naših osjetila: ?ovjek vidi samo onda kad je nešto ugledao.

Home-grown pears are best eaten in the bath - they're so juicy, it's the easiest way to stay clean!

Mangeons, my friend. Mangeons tellement que la nourriture bouche tout dans le cerveau et qu'il n'y ait plus de place pour rien qui fait mal.

I was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea.

Love is blind. I guess that's why it proceeds by the sense of touch.

Potato slices, crispy and fragrant. And toast glistening with what looks like actual creamy butter. And three fried eggs. That's more eggs than I've had on the same plate ever in my life.

those fried potatoes I can smell are for me. I think they are.

Progress in this world takes place on the intuitive level of blindness, where the truth is known only by touch.

The days fly by. I can smell the weekend already. The repetition of days is so boring to observe.

From the darkest beluga to the golden almas, creamy and subtle, to the osetra, with its hint of walnuts and cream, to the small gray eggs of the sevruga, with its overwhelming flavor of the sea, Escoffier fed Sarah a universe of moons. And she, in turn, met each kiss that was deeper than the last.

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "I told you to stop flinching." And then he bit her. A slow, painless nip but there were definitely teeth involved.

Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm." She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.

Mercy closed her eyes, the better to savor the most incredible pleasure she'd ever felt. She was never ever going to accuse Riley of being uncreative again. The man had plenty of imagination. Plenty. His tongue was doing things to her that she knew were illegal somewhere, and—"Riley!" Her body shook under the force of a wickedly powerful orgasm as he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking hard.