Quotes About Sensory

It is true that the eyes dominate the ears in our time.

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.

God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.

Language. I loved it. And for a long time I would think of myself, of my whole body, as an ear.

I was at the front for thirteen months, and by the end of that time the sharpest perceptions had become dulled, the greatest words mean.

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

We evolved in a tropical climate where the smells of plants and flowers were all around us. We spent a lot of time in the trees with a lot of sunlight and no clothes.

I can't eat chicken and look at strippers at the same time.

I drank a second mouthful in which I find nothing more than in the first, then a third which gives me rather less than the second. It is time to stop; the potion is losing its magic.

But the thing that . . . that I touched . . . I cried. It was furry! It- I stopped short, taken with a shudder. I know, said Herrick.

Je l'ai embrassée dans ses petites rides, sur ses paupières fanées et le long de son front, au bord de ses cheveux, là où elle ne sait pas qu'existe l'odeur d'une fleur.

The ham tastes like an old handbag.

That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.

If appearance is only a trick of the nerves, and apparition is only a lesser trick of the nerves, a less perfect illusion, then this expectation, this sense of a presence unperceived, was not particularly illusory as things in this world go.

Sentía en los dedos de la mano atrapada por Chabela los vellos de un pubis ligeramente levantado y la oquedad empapada, palpitante, contra la que aquélla la aplastaba. Temblando

Dr. P. was diagnosed with a massive tumor in the parts of his brain involved in integrating visual sensory information and binding it into a whole scene. It is this "binding" capacity that allows us to recognize the sum of the parts as a person or a fire hydrant or a hat. Like other patients with this problem, Dr. P. could easily identify individual sensory stimuli but had lost the visual processing circuitry that binds these separate features into a recognizable whole.

Doesn't rain make a memory more intimate?

She could hear in the traffic a white sound that threw veils across the present and allowed her to hold the scene to her the way that she held her own children—fighting time, conquered by it, ravished by it. For she believed that only through love can one feel the terrible pain of time, and then make it completely still.

And then he was suddenly overwhelmed. It was as if a thousand bolts of lightning had converged to lift him. All he could see was blue, electric blue, wet shining warm blue, blue to no end, everywhere, blue that glowed and made him cry out, blue, blue, her eyes were blue.

inhaling the sparkling light until there was no distinction between the radiance of the air freshener and myself

One heck of a middle C today. Felt like I was gorging on a chocolate eclair. Kaiser none too pleased - after all, I'm a soprano. Sopranos don't sing in chocolate.

The more I drink, the more I remember all the things we've never done. I was a ghost until I touched you. Never swallowed mortal food until I tasted you, never understood the spoken word until I found your tongue. I've been a sleep-walker, sad somnambula, hands outstretched to strike the solid thing that could awaken me to life at last. I have only ever stood here under this lamp, against your body, I've missed you all my life.

And I had my first oyster. Now, this was a truly significant event. I remember it like I remember losing my virginity — and in many ways, more fondly. August

But that cold soup stayed with me. It resonated, waking me up, making me aware of my tongue, and in some way, preparing me for future events.