Quotes About Sensory

There are too many scenes where you think, It's a bit much. The movie crowds you; it doesn't give you room to have an honest emotion.

Sounds beyond the limits of the ear may be gathered by other sensory systems of the body.

Harry nearly prayed it wasn't one of her friends who smelled like the beach and books and brine. He inhaled when they stopped for the light, and was simultaneously relieved and agitated to realize, no, it was her.

Breathing in Shepelevo was like hitting the right note on the piano. There was only one note. When I was young, Shepelevo was the smell of nettles, of salted smoked fish, of fresh water from the Gulf of Finland, and of burning firewood, all wrapped up in one Shepelevo.

These three things:the smell of Shepelevo, the smell of the Metro and the taste of creme brulee ice cream. The essence of my childhood in Russia.

His eyes were blazing. "Tania, you are too much for me…I can't take you, not in small doses, not in large ones, not here, not on the street, nowhere.

Es que el sexo no es para gente escrupulosa. El sexo es un intercambio de líquidos, de fluidos, saliva, aliento y olores fuertes, orina, semen, mierda, sudor, microbios, bacterias. O no es. Si sólo es ternura y espiritualidad etérea entonces se queda en una parodia estéril de lo que pudo ser. Nada.

Fui dar uma olhadela à floresta-rainha, o Mayombe, claro. (...) fui apenas respirar um pouco aqueles ares e rever os desenhos das sombras nas folhagens das árvores descomunais. Só queria apreciar de novo as centenas de tonalidades do verde que transpareciam pelo sol e seus reflexos nos troncos indo do negro ao amarelo. Os antigos cheiros voltavam a brincar com o meu nariz, os cheiros da floresta nunca esquecem.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose-leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory —

Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory.

He tried to imagine the sound of the color red.

See me, feel meTouch me, heal me.

Hooper ladled chum, which sounded to Brody, every time it hit the water, like diarrhoea.

The sun was boiling, the swaying was uncomfortable, the horse stank. She felt wonderful

At night in the town's countryside, you could just about feel and hear everything, but without using lamps, it was impossible to see anything other than shadows

With an influx of sensory information comes a need for complex internal processing. When more is known, decisions become more complicated.

The cookies combine butter and spices in such a way that you could eat a hundred of them and only realize how sick you are after it's too late.

Rock rock. Back and forth. Lull. Push. Release. Swing back. The stars, the leaves, even the sound of the creek throbbing back and forth. Of a boat. Of a hammock. Of a child's swing. Of a womb. Back and forth. Rock rock. Smell of cold current, of stone, manure, blossom. Sleep.