Quotes About Sensory

Once, back in the time of the memories, everything had a shape and size, the way things still do, but they also had a quality called COLOR.

And I've thought of a way to help you with the concept of color. Close your eyes and be still, now. I'm going to give you a memory of a rainbow.

It was so—oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!" The Giver nodded. "It is." "Do you see it all the time?" "I see all of them. All the colors." "Will I?

The cold rain continued to fall. He remembered, suddenly, how Jean's hair curled and framed her face when it was damp. In contrast to the horrible stench that was growing stronger by the minute, he remembered the fragrance of her when she had kissed him goodbye. It seemed so long ago.

Now he became aware of an entirely new sensation: pinpricks? No, because they were soft and without pain. Tiny, cold, featherlike feelings peppered his body and face. He put out his tongue again, and caught one of the dots of cold upon it. It disappeared from his awareness instantly; but he caught another, and another. The sensation made him smile.

He felt himself overwhelmed with a new perception of the colour he knew as red.

What did you perceive? The Giver asked. Warmth, Jonas replied

His fingers slid gently along her ribs. It was only in her imagination that they left a trail of rainbow light.

rippling response stroking over his cock.

Ilka's triangle of pizza behaved like Dali's watch and kept folding away from her mouth.

The bark on the tree was just a little softer.

empty brown paper sack would taste better. But

turkey sandwich, piece of chocolate cake, apple, and Tootsie Roll pop tasted like Miss Mush's porridge.

Watching him closely after he paid for the books and took the package into his hands, I saw his pupils dilate the way a diner's do when food is brought to the table.

Upon walking into Eva's kitchen, something profound happened to Delphine. She experienced a fabulous expansion of being. Light-headed, she felt a swooping sensation and then a quiet, as though she'd settled like a bird.

Sounds come/ to the ear,// transformed.

The air smelled of box and mint and thyme and newly turned earth. Laura

Think of a world of people born blind who, therefore, know only those objects and relations that exist through the sense of touch. Go among them, and speak to them of colors and the other relations that exist only through light and for the sense of sight. You will convey nothing to their minds, and this will be the more fortunate if they tell you so, for you will then quickly notice your mistake and, if unable to open their eyes, you will cease talking in vain . . . .

To step into the house was to step into stillness, into warmth even when it was damp and unlit; but after a moment a coldness crept about your shins.

Ah, how could I possibly admit weakness of the one sense which should be more perfect in me than others, a sense which I once possessed in the greatest perfection, a perfection such as few in my profession have or ever have had?

Don't you just love the idea of cooking flowers? I imagine them bursting into bloom, right in the pan.

I close my eyes and feel the flavors somersaulting through my mouth, a circus of sensations.

Lacy little green fronds waved up through clear liquid; it reminded me of a forest stream in early spring, just after the ice has melted. I picked up a frond, and as I put it in my mouth, I experienced a moment of cool, pure freshness. What is it? I asked Jake, enchanted. Mozuku, a special kind of seaweed from Okinawa. You don't think it's slimy? Slippery, but I love the way it feels in my mouth.

Memories are't like words; they're soft and gooey. Covered with a sticky slime, like a penis after sex, or your vagina when you menstruate, and shaped like tadpoles or tiny watersnakes