Quotes About Sensory

The cricket was no more, but the power of love had found its way, and I was again myself and no longer a cricket, I was Arturo Bandini, and the elm tree yonder was Miss Hopkins, and I got to my knees and put my arms around the tree, kissing it for love everlasting, tearing the bark with my teeth and spitting it on the lawn.

More delicious aromas rose. He sprinkled in a

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

with you, I'm always on the verge - feeling dizzy like looking at waves - and you, my Love, make me tipsy...

A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence...

I will not exorcise you—I'd miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair

También había conocido entonces el inconfundible olor del agotamiento, como si la fatiga poseyera un aroma propio.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on.

Who works 'mongst roses soon will find Their fragrance budding in his mind.

yu yi the longing to feel things intensely again.

What a strange thing it is to recognize a sound like the shriek of a wounded animal, when you've never heard the shriek of a wounded animal.

Love is a hot shower where your skin never prunes.

You always know when Danny (D'Angelo) is coming. You hear him first (because of the Tic Tacs in his pocket) and then you smell him (because he uses way too much cologne!)

WE DO NOT SEE with our eyes. We see with our brains.

In a black room with orange lights and pounding Spanish music we stood in a big circle dancing. It reminded me of preschool, when you also had to stand in a circle and clap your hands. I began to intuit dimly why people drank when they went dancing, and it occurred to me that maybe the reason preschool had felt the way it had was that one had had to go through the whole thing sober.

When he leaned in to kiss me, it was like sliding back into the water on one of those long days at the beach, where you just get out so you can go back in again.

The croissant was crisp and soft and flaky at the same time. Just biting it made you feel cared for.

melted milk chocolate; it's a roaring fire on a snowy night; it's a double rainbow; the green-glass barrel of a wave; the first sip of ice-cold champagne. And then…he arrives

It had been the quintessential autumn night, cool but not yet cold, the air smelling of wood smoke and leaves.

This is the Penfolds Bin Eight Cab. It has notes of imitation crabmeat, hot asphalt, and a one-night stand.

Good food is also there to satisfy the senses.