Quotes About Sensory

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body

feeling is first

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any–lifted from the no of all nothing–human merely being doubt unimaginable You?

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Poems have ideas. The ideas of poems come out of their emotions and their emotions are carried on images.

Being can be felt, but it can never be understood mentally.

See the fullness of life all around you. The warmth of the sun on your skin, the display of magnificent flowers outside a florist's shop, biting into a succulent fruit, or getting soaked in an abundance of water falling from the sky. The fullness of life is there at every step.

O cuando se lave las manos, preste atención a todas las percepciones sensoriales asociadas con la actividad:

She was blind and insensible to many things, and dimly knew it; but to all that was light and air, perfume and colour, every drop of blood in her responded. She loved the roughness of the dry mountain grass under her palms, the smell of the thyme into which she crushed her face, the fingering of the wind in her hair and through her cotton blouse, and the creak of the larches as they swayed to it.

The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.

to manufacture sensations.

for him, music was emotion, and he did not believe in discussing feelings.

In those palaces, sound is preferred to sense, and the care of the body to that of the mind.

he details everything around the beauty and excitement, which is enough to evoke it again for each of us, in the mind's eye, the gut, the secret heart, or wherever one's most vivid, passionate, lyric, and lavender images are stored. - Tobi Tobias, Balletgorey

Great wine works wonders and is itself one

last year, says Guido. A bit less sugar and slightly higher total acidity. That's just what he wanted. Still, he tries to find a few nits to pick.

Even by the end of the last century, the average human being in a country such as ours saw as many images in a day as a Victorian inhaled in a lifetime.

Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason.

I suddenly became strangely inebriated. The external world became changed as in a dream. Objects appeared to gain inrelief; they assumed unusual dimensions; and colors became more glowing. Even self-perception and the sense of time were changed. When the eyes were closed, colored pictures flashed past in a quickly changing kaleidoscope. After a few hours, the not unpleasant inebriation, which had been experienced whilst I was fully conscious, disappeared. what had caused this condition?

Nor did he smell any worse, even now, to these humans, than many humans had smelled to Lad's tormented senses, again and again, with their sickening perfumes and tobacco and booze! Lad had borne all that—though he loathed it—for the sake of being near those he loved. Yet when, through no desire of his own, he chanced to be malodorous, they ordered him from them in disgust!

If science wants to be truthful, What science is more truthful than the science of things without science? I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lying Has a reality so real even my back feels it. I don't need reason — I have shoulderblades.

Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing. I know they smell just as well as I know I existed. They're things known from the outside. But now I know with my breathing from the back of my head.

Traté de imaginar que había hombres que dejaban transcurrir su vida —su única vida— encerrados entre los muros de una casa y las estrechas calles de una ciudad sin ver jamás ponerse el Sol sobre la raya azul del mar y me dije que debía existir un infierno especial para los que, incapaces de ver lo que Dios creó, permanecen ciegos y sordos ante la inmensa maravilla de la naturaleza