Quotes About Sensory

610. Kahvenin kokusunu betimle!- Neden olmuyor? Sözcüklerimiz mi yetersiz? Ne için yetersiz peki? - Ama böyle bir betimlemenin yine de olanakl? olmas? gerektiÄŸi düÅŸüncesi nereden geliyor? Böyle bir betimin eksikliÄŸini duydun mu hiç? Bu kokuyu betimlemeyi deneyip baÅŸaramad???n oldu mu?

Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!

She smelled like smoked pork, a food her father loved above all others. The thought made her still briefly, and she almost told Aulay that

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.

the joy and love were so tangible that Meg felt that if she only knew where to reach she could touch it with her bare hands.

the joy and love were so tangible

Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunklen Laub die Goldorangen glühn.

Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color.

The very same stimulus that is sometimes painfully aversive—loud music, for example—can actually be enjoyed when it is chosen and the volume can be controlled or when sensory experience is not being felt as overwhelming.

Neither Masten nor Rhea believes that clever packaging allows a company to put out a bad-tasting product. The taste of the product itself matters a great deal. Their point is simply that when we put something in our mouth and in that blink of an eye decide whether it tastes good or not, we are reacting not only to the evidence from our taste buds and salivary glands but also to the evidence of our eyes and memories and imaginations

Film is the greatest teacher because it teaches not only through the brain but through the whole body

in all kinds of colors that don't have names. In general, I think there are far more colors and smells than there are words. The

A person's face goes in your eyes and down you arms and into your fingers, and that's how you draw.

A painter was asked why he became a painter. He replied, Because I love the smell of paint.

If you want to take pictures of Chinese food, you have to taste real Chinese food. The flavors soak into your tongue, go into your stomach. The stomach is where your true feelings are. And if you take photos, these true feelings from your stomach can come out, so that everyone can taste the food just by looking at your pictures.

he kissed me with earnestness, banging his lips against my teeth and covering me with saliva from nose to chin.

kiss, a pat on the rump, and a deep inhalation of my scent, as if he and I were dogs.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.

words carry colors and sounds into the flesh

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered.

I was sure the old man knew nothing about the beatitudes, ecstasies, dazzling reverberations of sexual encounters. Cut out the poetry was his message. Clinical sex, deprived of all the warmth of love—the orchestration of all the senses, touch, hearing, sight, palate; all the euphoric accompaniments, back-ground music, moods, atmosphere, variations—forced him to resort to literary aphrodisiacs.

Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh