Quotes About Sensory

Each of our five senses contains an art.

Through music you can become sad, joyful, loving, you can learn. You can learn mathematics, touch, pacing... Oh my God! Ooh... Wow... You can see colors through music. Anything!

The entire world we apprehend through our senses is no more than a tiny fragment in the vastness of Nature.

Our sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses.

while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time.

I don't want to hold you and feel so helpless I don't want to smell you and lose my senses And smile in slow motion With eyes in love.

I think the deafness affects me more than I realise I think it makes me more tired. I loathe parties. I attend, smile and leave.

Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and sticking them in a drawer.

Bir sa??r?n sinestezi olmas? gibidir aÅŸk; müziÄŸi duymazs?n ama onu hissedersin...

I felt a stack of shelves, and these were filled with plastic bottles and maybe buckets, and one object that felt like the worst thing in the world but which turned out later to be a sandwich.

It was a light, soft kiss. Just a peck, really, but the second her lips touched mine, everything inside of me went quiet. Everything in me steadied, calmed, warmed. It was like taking that first good sip of hot chocolate; not the one that burned your mouth, but the one after, when it had cooled to just the right temperature.

I kissed her again and lit up once more. She tasted like peaches and laughter and I remember thinking that peaches were my new favorite fruit.

I heard the incessant dissolving of silk I felt my heart growing so old in real time

I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.

Ponytail girl leaned over and she and the tall boy kissed and it was carcinogen gums and magical.

I wanted to bathe in plum juice, rediscover my body and adorn it in kiwi circles.

Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.

The ease with which we can connect the psychological world with the outer, visual and sensory one seeds our language with metaphors.

We require such 'sensuous' arts, Hegel suggested, because many important truths will impress themselves upon our consciousness only if they have been moulded from sensory, emotive material.

Just as a childhood can be released from the odour of a washing powder or cup of tea, an entire culture can spring from the angles of a few lines.

fabrication de la petite madeleine de Marcel Proust». Un paquete de ocho

which even Bash?, at the peak of his powers, would have struggled to describe as convincingly as the menu's scribe: Warm grilled chicken slices, Smoked bacon, crisp lettuce, And a warm ciabatta roll on a bed of sea-salted fries

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe, our perception of it, so right, our only universe is perception.

The air grows too warm, too quickly. I want very much for a beautiful woman to hand me a glass of very cold beer. All the atoms in the test chamber are screaming at once. The light. . . the light is taking me to pieces.