Quotes About Sensory

Una vez le canté los colores a un ciego. Toqué durante siete horas, pero al final me dijo que los veía: verde, rojo y dorado. Creo que eso fue más fácil que lo que intento hacer ahora. Tratar de que la entendáis describiéndola solo con palabras. Vosotros nunca la habéis visto ni habéis oído su voz. No podéis entenderlo.

Neither of us spoke. I closed my eyes. The closeness of her was the sweetest, sharpest thing my life had ever known.

The hot tips of her breasts brush my chest.

She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.

The rivers stank, the marketplaces stank, the churches stank, it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces. The peasant stank as did the priest, the apprentice as did his master's wife, the whole of the aristocracy stank, even the king himself stank, stank like a rank lion, and the queen like an old goat, summer and winter.

As he began to withdraw from them, it became clear to Grenouille for the first time that for eighteen years their compacted human effluvium had oppressed him like air heavy with an imminent thunderstorm. Until now he had thought that it was the world in general he had wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it. You could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity. On

He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.

Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.

Grenouille's mother, however, perceived the odor neither of the fish nor of the corpses, for her sense of smell had been utterly dulled, besides which her belly hurt, and the pain deadened all susceptibility of sensate impressions.

Odours have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions or will. The persuasive power of an dour cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.

Y lo olía con más exactitud de la que muchos lo veían, ya que lo percibía en su interior y por ello de manera más intensa: como la esencia, el espíritu de algo pasado que no sufre la perturbación de los atributos habituales del presente, como el ruido, la algarabía, el repugnante hacinamiento de los hombres.

Odours have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions or will. The persuasive power of an odour cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.

These were virtuoso odours, executed as wonderful little trifles that of course no one but he could admire or would ever take note of. He was enchanted by their meaningless perfection; and at no time in his life, either before or after, were there moments of such truly innocent happiness as in those days when he playfully and eagerly set about creating fragrant landscapes, still lifes and studies of individual objects.

All these grotesque incongruities between the richness of the world perceivable by smell and the poverty of language were enough for the lad Grenouille to doubt that language made any sense at all;

On the other hand, everyday language soon would prove inadequate for designating all the olfactory notions that he had accumulated within himself. Soon he was no longer smelling mere wood, but kinds of wood: maple wood, oak wood, pinewood, elm wood, pearwood, old, young, rotting, moldering, mossy wood, down to single logs, chips, and splinters.

A babe whose feet smell of fresh butter, of bodily smells of pancakes and milky goodness and "where the hair makes a cowlick" smells like caramel, so sweet.

The odour of humans is always a fleshy odour — that is, a sinful odour.

God stank. God was a poor little stinker.

Quizá faltan unas gotas de limón pensó, pero esto ya era casi frívola glotonería, porque cuando bebía después de cada bocado un pequeño sorbo de vino tinto de la botella y se lo paseaba por la lengua y entre los dientes, el regusto algo metálico del pescado se mezclaba con el fuerte y ácido perfume del vino de un modo tan convincente, que Jonathan estaba seguro de no haber comido en toda su vida mejor que ahora, en este momento.

Palpitava-lhe a extraordinária sensação de que esse aroma seria a chave para ordenar todos os aromas, que não entenderia nada de aromas se não se tivesse entendido esse; e ele Grenoiulle teria desperdiçado a vida se não conseguisse pegá-lo. Precisava tê-lo, não pela mera posse, mas para sossego do seu coração.

For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape scent.

Dondequiera que uno dirigiese la mirada, reinaba el desenfreno. La gente leía libros, incluso las mujeres.

Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.

he lay in his stony crypt like his own corpse, hardly breathing, his heart hardly beating-and yet lived as intensively and dissolutely as ever a rake had lived.