Quotes About Sensory

I recall the wind, the lilacs, the gray, the perfume, the song, and the wind, but I don't recall what the angel said.

Cuando te acaricié me dí cuenta que había vivido toda mi vida con las manos vacías.

Through her jacket, I could feel her heartbeat. It made me happy to know she was alive, was real, was there.

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect

She recalls the smell of bologna, the slimy, metallic taste of it on her tongue. Not for the first time she decides to become a vegetarian.

Quando si ama veramente qualcuno, disse lei, avesse anche perduto gli occhi, si riuscirebbe comunque a vederlo, e avesse anche perduto le braccia, si riuscirebbe comunque ad abbracciarlo.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain?

Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth." [From: 19 Lessons On Tea]

I think we love bacon because it has all the qualities of an amazing sensory experience. When we cook it, the sizzling sound is so appetizing, the aroma is maddening, the crunch of the texture is so gratifying and the taste delivers every time.

Vous êtes comme les roses du Bengale, Marianne, sans épines et sans parfum.

I have always been fascinated by the way music can completely change the way you watch film - and how you feel as you watch the images.

If I eat mindlessly while watching television, reading, or talking with someone else, I can go through an entire meal without tasting the food, without even noticing that I've been eating. The plate is empty but I didn't enjoy the food - I had all of the calories and little of the pleasure.

The sea was at the bottom of my road, and I seemed to spend my childhood in it or on it, hearing, tasting, smelling it. Now, still, I need to be near water as often as possible.

It appeared as if I had invited the audience into the water with me, and it conveyed the sensation that being in there was absolutely delicious.

I can't really choose how I'm going to connect to music. I find it just has to hit a wave, and just wash over me and take me completely to some other space.

I love the smell of rain, and I love the sound of the ocean waves.

When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability.

A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.

There is nothing better than picking up sun-warmed tomatoes and smelling them, feeling them and scrutinizing their shiny skins for imperfections, dreaming of ways to serve them.

Bread pudding makes me weak. I have been known to be moved to tears by cookies and ice cream, and ribs are a spiritual experience for me.

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

My first memories are of Brazil. There's so much music there. It's one of my favourite places in the world.

I have a living wall of 30 plants - tarragon, rosemary, echinacea. I like to walk alongside it, plucking and chewing.

I learned that things taste better on pretty plates.