Quotes About Sensory

They sat on the edge of a brook and took off their shoes and let the water cut their feet off to the ankles with an exquisite cold razor.

Sapete che i libri hanno un po'l'odore della noce moscata o di certe spezie d'origine esotica? Amavo annusarli, da ragazzo. Signore, quanti bei libri c'erano al mondo un tempo, prima che noi vi rinunciassimo!

Sabe que los libros huelen a nuez moscada o a especias de países lejanos?

It became a game that I took to with immense gusto: to see how much I could remember about dandelions themselves, or picking wild grapes with my father and brother, rediscovering the mosquito-breeding ground rain barrel by the side bay window, or searching out the smell of the gold-fuzzed bees that hung around our back porch grape arbor. Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

The two women passed like needles, sewing one tree to the next with their perfume.

There was a smell like a cut potato from all the land, raw and cold and white from having the moon on it most of the night.

No puedo más, de veras. Estoy entumecido y cansado. Hoy han ocurrido demasiadas cosas. Me siento como si hubiera pasado cuarenta y ocho horas bajo una lluvia torrencial, sin paraguas ni impermeable. Estoy empapado hasta los huesos de emoción.

Kerosene...is nothing but perfume to me

I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

If your reader feels the sun on his flesh, the wind fluttering his shirt sleeves, half your fight is won.

She could feel the mirrors waiting for her in each room much the same as you felt, without opening your eyes, that the first snow of winter has just fallen outside your window.

No, But the hairs. on the back of your neck, and the peach-fuzz in your ears, they do, and the hair along your arms. sings like grasshopper legs friction and trembling with strange music. So you know, you feel, you are sure, lying abed, that a balloon is submerging the ocean sky (Bradbury 131). This quote quickly shows the showing telling in this scene. This scene describes the ballon, and Jim and Will. This quote depicts how Jim and Will feels at the moment.

My task is to make you hear, to make you feel,and, above all, to make you see. That is all, and it is everything.

Our eyes were of no more use to us than if we had been buried miles deep in a heap of cotton-wool.

But he heard the words as he might have heard the buzzing of a fly.

There was shish-kabob for lunch, huge, savory hunks of spitted meat sizzling like the devil over charcoal after marinating seventy-two hours in a secret mixture Milo had stolen from a crooked trader in the Levant, served with Iranian rice and asparagus tips Parmesan, followed by cherries jubilee for dessert and then steaming cups of fresh coffee with Benedictine and brandy.

Books smell musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is... It has no texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible. It should be... smelly.

I don't need to shut my eyes to go blind... When your blind time passes strangely Floating and dreamy in a way speeded up like the Time Traveler apon his machine.

Durante la primera semana en la sala de montaje, a Rebecca le producía náuseas el olor, la rapidez del ritmo, el ruido. Ruido ruido ruido. Con tantos decibelios, el ruido no es sólo sonido, sino algo físico, visceral, como una corriente eléctrica que atraviesa el cuerpo.

The proposition is: Flesh has memory. The proposition is: Flesh has memory but is perpetually innocent. Even in ripening, even in rot.

And though there were no children playing, no doves, no blue-shadowed roof tiles, I felt that the town was alive. And that if I heard only silence, it was because I was not accustomed to silence - maybe because my head was still filled with sounds and voices.

Que dormía, acurrucada, metiéndose dentro de él, perdida en la nada al sentir que se quebraba su carne, que se abría como un surco abierto por un clavo ardoroso, luego tibio, luego dulce dando golpes duros contra su carne blanda; sumiéndose más, hasta el gemido.

Habíamos dejado el aire caliente allá arriba y nos íbamos hundiendo en el puro calor sin aire.

Palm trees were fanned by a warm, light breeze, and they rolled down their windows to smell the sea.