Quotes About Sensory

The room was bright and white and still and silent, but soundless sound roared and howled in it.

It was lovely wine, soft and full of flowers.

I felt tears sting into my eyes, and took a deep swallow of the first champagne I had ever tasted, remembering that I had read somewhere that the monk who invented it said, on first tasting it, 'It is like drinking stars'.

voice)...it was honey, smoke, crystal, fire, wind, water, earth.

At the dune line, just before the whispering stands of sea oats and dune grass began, the sand was as damp and cold as the skin of a snake under my feet.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

No. Not really red, but the color of a rose when it bleeds.

Fee-fi-fo-fum, now I'm borrowed, now I'm numb.

For lunch, I was given a large piece of boiled meat on some tired cabbage leaves with prominent ribs and veins, filling the whole plate. I couldn't touch it. I felt that I had been served my own placenta.

Sa femme est à côté de moi. Je ne « sens » rien, sinon une espèce de curiosité, mais les quelques paroles qu'ils échangent tous les deux me relèguent à ma condition d'étrangère Ã¢â'¬â€œ doublement. Elle semble ne plus soupçonner quoi que ce soit.

When thought overwhelms the mind, the mind uses the world," psychologist Barbara Tversky has observed.

Sound awareness is especially important, for although we easily close our mouth and eyes to what we don't want to take in, we can't really close our ears. Nature did not give us earlids. Our ears remain open and working even when we sleep. STEVEN HALPERN

What you see with your eyes when you're making music is going to have a profound effect on what you hear.

You program music with an image and then people are desensitized.

I want to prove that Holst's 'The Planets' can be as much of a sensory overload as a concert by the Grateful Dead, and just as exciting.

What does your vagina smell like?' ANSWER: 'My husband's face.

The cream and hot butter mingled and overflowed separating each glucose bead of caviar from its fellows, capping it in white and gold.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

We're going through the black air with our arms wide and our feet straight out behind like a dolphin's tail, and we're going to think we'll never hit the silver down there till suddenly it'll be all warm round us and full of little kissing, caressing waves.

While the rain continued it had seemed like the murmur of their voices, rising and swelling a little now and then with gusts of emotion.

Simultaneously the whole party moved toward the water, super-ready from the long, forced inaction, passing from the heat to the cool with the gourmandise of a tingling curry eaten with chilled white wine.

again to you, most finite and most beautiful, and taste the stuff   of half-remembered dreams, sweet and new on your mouth.

The cool bathed his eyes and slowed the flight of time-time, that had crept so insidiously through the lazy April afternoons, seemed so intangible in the long spring twilights.

The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.