Quotes About Sensory

And then there came the pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming yards behind him, and each giant, intent on his own drum, gave no notice to the rhythm of the other. The sound grew louder and louder until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing in my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins.

She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing.

You painted armless beings, swimming in blinding color, and they had to exist like that forever. Could they see you with all those tiny, scattered eyes? Or did they only see the heaven and hell of their own shining realm, anchored to the studs in the wall by a piece of twisted wire?

When it's happening it is too beautiful, too overwhelming, and you can feel it's being lost with every breath you take.

He wanted to say this was not erotic. But it was erotic, insofar as anything and everything is.

Something had happened to his entire body that was very much like what happens to the erectile tissue of his organ when a man is sexually aroused. It increases marvellously in size, no matter what the man wants to happen. It goes from something flaccid and secret to becoming a kind of weapon.

I turned and it seemed the room was pulsing violently around me, all its color coalescing as though Monet's spirit had infected the very fabric of all solid matter and the air. All the objects of the room seemed arbitrary and symbolic. And beyond lay the savage night-Lestat's Savage Garden-and random unanswerable stars. As for Louis, he was captivated as only he can become, yielding as men almost never yield, no matter in what shape or form the male spirit may be clothed.

The humming of the birds was becoming hypnotic, and again there came a low hiss of rain.

It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

I had never heard the notes quite as limpid and translucent, quite as flashing and exquisitely distinct.

He could not paint, he could not touch the brushes. It was as if the colors, when raw, burnt his eyes.

After so long in the ice, he wanted to touch everything.

Ah, the nipples of men, so tender; such a key to torment and ecstacy; how he writhed as she twisted then ever so gently, her tongue daring in and out of his mouth.

El cabello me caía sobre los hombros desnudos como un manto protector. Tenía los pezones duros, y me pregunté si ese extraño, ese conocedor de los entresijos del mundo sexual secreto, había notado que mi entrepierna estaba húmeda.

She liked all things that were sensual and which involved beauty.

Y nuestro cerebro da color a la lluvia. Y el trueno es como algo que recuerda algo. Stan Rice.

She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing. I

Do dogs smell fear? Vampires smell it. Vampires count on it. Vampires find it savory. Vampires can't resist it.

Sunlight poured through an open doorway; I saw the flowered pattern of linoleum. I heard the laughter of toddlers, and I tasted milk.

Her light brown eyes were the color of sherry, fringed with long, thick, gold-tipped lashes.

Chloe took a sip of her coffee. Strong as faith, sweet as love, black as sin.

She remembered the feel of wind on summer nights - how it billows through the house and wafts the curtains and smells of tar and roses

Justine's childhood was dark and velvety and it smelled of dust.

Oh, sounds were what brought the past alive most clearly!