Quotes About Sensory

Es la primera vez que veo una cosa que no puedo mejorar con la imaginación. Y me ha hecho sentir algo especial aquí. —dijo, poniendo la mano sobre el pecho—. Como dolor y placer al mismo tiempo.

As he grew accustomed to the dark, his mind seemed to stop functioning and he could no longer keep his eyes open. Was he still walking, or had he stopped? All he sensed was a wavelike motion in his head, like black ocean swells; the darkness attached itself to his mind, unsettled, flustered, confused

The air smelled of ozone and puppeteers.

Working his way back to the leaking tip, Connor licked the droplet of white cum from the slit, stabbing the opening with the point of his stiffened tongue. 

La vida sería mucho más agradable si uno pudiera llevarse a donde quiera que fuera, los sabores y olores de la casa materna.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.

Como vulgarmente se dice, se le ponía la piel de gallina cada vez que se rompía un huevo.

La vida sería mucho más agradable si uno pudiera llevarse a donde quiera que fuera los sabores y los olores de la casa materna.

Do you hear how the sand sings?

Life would be much nicer if one could carry the smells and tastes of the maternal home wherever one pleased.

Tita supo en carne propia por qué el contacto con el fuego altera los elementos, por qué un pedazo de masa se convierte en tortilla, por qué un pecho sin haber pasado por el fuego del amor es un pecho inerte, una bola de masa sin ninguna utilidad.

The heat building inside her burst into flames.Her ass clenched,her breasts tightened into sensitive buds and she felt her pussy cream right before him.

Touch your breast,Hellen, he commanded as he pressed a finger inside her and stroked the tight velvet passageway of her sex.I want to see you squeeze your nipples as I suckle your clit. Oh,gods,she moaned, grasping her breast as her hips swung forward and back.

Don't think,demon girl.Just feel.Feel and come.

Roland] jerked back too fast to see, and his fist was suddenly connecting with my chin. I didn't pass out, but my body went limp. Part of me was screaming silently. The other part was saying, 'Oh, what pretty trees.

You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

No, but if something smells this good, or tastes amazing, then we were taught to honor it with our attention. It's like a compliment to the Creator for all the wonderful ingredients that came together to make something.

She tasted like sunshine. And until this second I didn't know that sunshine tasted like anything.

The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers pressing across hers, told her what was passing within me: she look'd down—a silence of some moments followed.

I'm learning how to taste everything.

What do you miss about being alive? The sound of my mom singing, a little off-key. The way my dad went to all my swim meets and I could hear his whistle when my head was underwater, even if he did yell at me afterward for not trying harder. I miss going to the library. I miss the smell of clothes fresh out of the dryer. I miss diving off the highest board and nailing the landing. I miss waffles - p. 272.

The merry-go-round is spinning too fast. I want to get off. I want to close my eyes, or just blink.

I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.