Quotes About Sensory

Words were hills and valleys you traveled, so lovely sometimes that they hurt your eyes.

One is far better off feeling than one is thinking.

we are houses eaten by rivers because we do not know their smell.

Your art is so abstract that I can only see it through my mind's eye and touch it through my heart.

The hands are the instruments of man's intelligence.

Taste is the fundamental quality which sums up all other qualities. It is the ne plus ultra of the intelligence.

He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.

Dance exists first on this primordial level, not on an intellectual plane (even though it requires skill and intelligence). Its inmost substance cannot be reasoned, only experienced.

Intelligence always had a pornographic influence on me.

No puedo negar los fuegos artificiales cuando iluminan el cielo y retumban entre los rascacielos de la ciudad cada vez que me besa… y a veces sólo con sus abrazos.

Me doy la vuelta y le regalo una de mis mejores sonrisas. Lo abrazo. Lo huelo. Me teletransporto a un lugar donde el mundo no gira. Huele a naranja.

Then he's inside you, and your body remembers, each time, every man, even if you try to forget.

and the slapping feet of the men that follow the box. They have no faces and they feel with the whiskers of dogs.

I've focused for hypnos in the past, and they didn't feel

I like reality. It tastes like bread.

How many faces, how many bodies can you recognize, with your eyes closed, only by touching them? Have you ever closed your eyes and acted unconsciously? Or loved someone so blindly, you could almost feel their energy in a dark room and be moved by the powerful touch of their ideas?

The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.

We humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.

and June burst over the mountain. It smelled good, tasted good, and was gentle to the eyes.

les feuilles faisaient du bruit comme une robe de faille.

Her Lips Are Copper Wire" whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent

They are so accustomed to the feeling that their senses are deadened to it;

My lips and eyes and heart were stinging when you kissed me in the dark. — Jack Garton to Jennifer Hammer, 2008 (age 24)

Marie se sentait bien, nue sous les draps a l'abri de l'orage, les sens exacerbes dans le noir, les yeux brillants dans les eclairs, savourant avec volupte la dimension erotique du plaisir qu'il y a de jouir de l'orage dans la chaleur d'un lit, la fenetre ouverte dans la nuit, quand le ciel se dechire et les elements se dechainent. La main et le regard, il n'est jamais question que de cela dans la vie, en amour, en art.