Quotes About Sensory

as he bit into the bun a crescent of yellow cream oozed out from the side likde the rising sun. For the first time in ages,Hanio had encountered something about human life that tickled him.

Pi?kno jest bezcelowe, pi?kno przep?ywa przez nasze cia?a, nie pozostawiaj?c ?ladu i nic nie zmieniaj?c...

I glimpsed Alice in Wonderland. Her voice smelled like an orange, though I'd never peeled an orange. I knocked on the walls, in a circle.

The bats live in a world of echoes. Just as in the human world every object has a characteristic shape and colour, so in the bat world every object has its echo-pattern. A bat can tell the difference between a tasty moth species and a poisonous moth species by the different echoes returning from their slender wings.

Being close to him with her face in the space between his ear and his stiff army collar was like being initiated into the subterranean reserves of a fine fabric store exuding the delicacy of cambrics and linen and luxury bound in bales.

I don't suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.

Those clever hands began to smooth up and down my spine, one of his habitual gestures. He traced the indentations of my vertebrae with his fingertips through the thin cotton of my shirt, like he was reading the signs of my body by Braille.

Colour expresses something in itself. -Vincent Van Gogh

It smelt of coconut ice cream and sweat and the Mediterranean sea. I

Sometimes I would sprinkle sea salt on a wedge sour green tomato and dip it into the peppery emerald olive oil. It was as if I had struck on something good that was within my reach.

Penciumanlah jendela indrawi pertama yang terbentuk di janin, yang paling kuat terhubung ke memori dan emosi dibandingkan indra lainnya.

no one is around to hear it? Obviously not. The crash vibrates air molecules, but sound needs hearing in order for these vibrations to be transformed into perception.

cuando hueles su delicioso aroma y acaricias sus pétalos aterciopelados, en tu cerebro ocurren todo tipo de correlaciones.

A man born blind from birth will never know the meaning of darkness because he has never experienced light.

The mind, spirit, and soul are all nonphysical realities and are not easily differentiated with language derived from sensory experience.

La única razón por la que las piedras son sólidas es que el cerebro interpreta una ráfaga de señales eléctricas como tacto; la única razón por la que el sol brilla es que el cerebro interpreta otra ráfaga de señales eléctricas como vista. No hay luz solar en mi cerebro, cuyo interior es tan oscuro como una caverna de piedra caliza sin importar cuán iluminado esté el mundo exterior.

The world cannot be translated; it can only be dreamed of and touched.

Food is for eating, and good food is to be enjoyed... I think food is, actually, very beautiful in itself.

The traveling salesmen fed me pills that made the lining of my veins feel scraped out, my jaw ached... I knew every raindrop by its name, I sensed everything before it happened. Like I knew a certain oldsmobile would stop even before it slowed, and by the sweet voices of the family inside, I knew we'd have an accident in the rain. I didn't care. They said they'd take me all the way.

Chaos by Donna Karan and smelled smoky, sweet, and spicy. I

He tasted like chocolate, smelled like heaven, and felt like home. How

Fog plumed in front of his face with each breath, and his blue eyes sparkled under the lighting. A fat flake landed on his eyelashes. Layla unconsciously reached out and wiped it away with her gloved thumb. The look in his eyes shifted. She couldn't break away from his gaze. His hand tightened around hers. Suddenly she felt warm. Too many layers. She needed to ditch the scarf. Maybe the coat. What was wrong with her?

And on our lips the blood of berries before we kiss

His head was tipped back, eyes shut tight as he murdered Neil Young's "Heart of Gold.