Quotes About Sensory

His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.

I would like to be naked and cover myself with cold crystal jewelry. Jewelery and perfume...

I cross the street and walk into the Printemps. I go to the counter with necklaces and bracelets and earrings, which dazzle me always. I stand like a fascinated savage. Glitter. Amethyst. Turquoise. Shell pink. Irish green. I would like to be naked and cover myself in cold crystal jewelry. Jewelry and perfume.

My body needs it—the hot baths, the care, the soft water, the perfume, the warmth. I take on the colors of the flowers, the bloom, the delicacy. It becomes me.

The main thing is to feel your presence—hear you humming or yawning, see your combs & brushes lying around, worry about which dress you should put on, etc.

Strings of chili hung from the rafters, chili to wake them from their dreams, dreams born of scents and rhythms, and the warmth that fell from the sky like the fleeciest blanket.

Sabina placed The Firebird on the phonograph. The delicate footsteps of the Firebird were heard at first through infinite distance, each step rousing the phosphorescent sparks from the earth, each note a golden bugle to marshal delight. A jungle of dragon tails thrashing in erotic derisions, a brazier of flesh-smoking prayers, the multiple debris of the stained glass fountains of desire.

He deseado poseerla como si un hombre fuera, pero he querido también que me amara con los ojos, con las manos, con los sentidos que sólo poseen las mujeres. Es una penetración suave y sutil.

Poetry is the description of an intangible state.

Anaïs, I can't say much now—I am in a fever.

You don't know what sensuality is. Hugo and I do. It's in us, not in your devious practices; it's in feeling, in passion, in love.

Every room is painted a different color. As if there were one room for every separate mood: lacquer red for vehemence, pale turquoise for reveries, peach color for gentleness, green for repose, grey for work at the typewriter.

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy.

They ate in religious silence, the corners of their mouths smeared with ricotta cream. Which, the rules say, must be removed with a slow, circular movement of the tongue.

When we practise "dog awareness", we notice that our mind is usually somewhere else. Try eating a meal and tasting every mouthful. Talk to a friend and hear every word. Listen to a song and hear every note. Take a walk and see every tree. Gradually we get better at

Mescal turns out to be a drink that tastes as if someone has put their cigarette out in it.

It's easy to say something is all in your head. It's like saying a sunset is all in your eyes, she said, gesturing, pursing her mouth in small furies. It's stupid, it's nonsense. It has no brain for beauty.

It's easy to say something is all in your head. It's like saying a sunset is all in your eyes," she said, gesturing, pursing her mouth in small furies. "It's stupid, it's nonsense. It has no brain for beauty.

He heard a match being struck, the hiss of a gas flame. Then the clanging of a pot, the woman's breathing, the rustle water filling a vessel. He smelled bread. He closed his eyes. I love this world, he thought, and his eyes filled with tears.

He heard a match being struck, the hiss of a gas flame. Then the clanging of a pot, the woman's breathing, the rustle of water filling a vessel. He smelled bread. He closed his eyes. I love this world, he thought, and his eyes filled with tears.

Perception is controlled hallucination.

People should fall in love with their eyes closed. Just close your eyes. Don't look and it's magic

I always notice flowers.