Quotes About Sensory

Crab meat is surprisingly sweet in its purest form, which is why it is often pepped up with zippy chilli and lifted with citrus.

I love really sweet, soft scents.

I like fragrances that have some sweetness to them. All three I have developed have that as a common element.

When we're at the end of The Rite of Spring or of a Bruckner symphony, I want people to feel the music physically.

When I was smelling Heretic for the first time, I was impressed because it was organic-smelling and light and refreshing and natural and not overbearing at all and not too synthetic or floral. It doesn't smell like you're wearing cotton candy.

Use only those adjectives that call forth the qualities of the object; avoid adjectives that label or explain. Words like lovely, old, wonderful, noteworthy or remarkable are explanatory labels; they do not suggest sense impressions. Adjectives like bug-eyed, curly, bumpy, frayed or moss-covered, on the other hand, are descriptive.

Beets, they claim, taste like dirt. And they do, actually, although most beet aficionados prefer the term "earthy.

She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.

It has been estimated that out of every million parts of information received and processed by our body, we humans only admit thirteen parts into our conscious awareness. That means we only allow ourselves to be conscious of .000013 percent of the data, of experience, known to our body. That

Everyday objects shriek aloud.

In that place, whenever you opened your eyes, the yellow sang out to you.

Instead of saying "Amanda took one look at the hotel room and recoiled in disgust," describe the room in such a way that the readers feel that disgust for themselves. You don't want to give your readers information. You want to give them experiences.

Palate properly whetted, I spelunked for her clitoris, tasting Bourgogne Rouge and Maya's body.

We had a creamed turnip soup followed by a terrine that was composed of delightful layers of goodness knows what. Then a poached fillet of sole with pommes dauphine and finally a baba au rhum and coffee. All this was accompanied by a crisp white wine, and I was frankly ready for a nap when we returned to the Rue Cambon.

The longer I live, the more I have the feeling like God looks down, like when you've just bitten into a vanilla ice cream cone, you just get the feeling God's going, 'Yes! He enjoys it, and I made his taste buds and I made vanilla and he's putting it together and he's experiencing what I created him to experience.

She pulled him through the door. As he passed the jamb from the dingy hallway it was like stepping into a Gilbert Morosco party. Lines wavered, planes warped, colors blended and changed and formed unfathomable patterns; odors penetrated his head, drove openings through passages

The qualities of the images, sounds, and feelings are known as submodalities.

Think of a time when you felt really good. Now, step inside that time and see through your eyes, hear through your ears, and feel the really good feeling all the way through your body. Make the images bigger, brighter, more colorful, and you'll probably find yourself feeling even better. Make the sounds louder and crisper, and if there are no sounds, add sounds. Start to intensify the good feeling.

the sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. i've never had it done so gently before. you have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them like sunlight on the wings of birds.

The symbolism of the action has been replaced by the reality of the touch.

No one likes it, apart from blind people, and I'm sure even they can sense it's profound ugliness as it passes by.

People with synesthesia have their senses hooked together," I started to explain. "They can hear colors or feel sounds. Yours is-well, it looks like you taste shapes.

When asked what good the trait does, synesthetes immediately answer, "It helps you remember." They do have measurably high memories

There might be symphonies of perfume, Mozarts of musk. Novelists might construct nasal narratives, versifiers sonnets of scent. Sculpture would entail subtleties of shape that only fingers trained through hundreds of millions of years of tactile evolution could discriminate.