Quotes About Sensory

And it felt like I was a black - and - white photo magically rippling into color wherever he touched me.

The eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.

By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His most valuable tools are his sense and his memory; what happens in his mind is primarily pictures.

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

I had stopped my chair at that exact place, coming out, because right there the spice of wisteria that hung around the house was invaded by the freshness of apple blossoms in a blend that lifted the top of my head. As between those who notice such things and those who don't, I prefer those who do.

A muddy little stream, a village grown unfamiliar with time and trees. I turn around and retrace my way up Main Street and park and have a Coke in the confectionery store. It is run by a Greek, as it used to be, but whether the same Greek or another I would not know. He does not recognize me, nor I him. Only the smell of his place is familiar, syrupy with old delights, as if the ghost of my first banana split had come close to breathe on me.

Democritus plucked his eye out because he could not look at a woman without thinking of her as a woman. If he had read a few of our novels, he would have torn himself to pieces.

A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.

Fromage and coffee and cognac and no gods.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

Human language is too poor to express the real nature of the Absolute Truth or Ultimate Reality which is Nirvana. Language is created and used by masses of human beings to express things and ideas experienced by their sense organs and their mind. A supramundane experience like that of the Absolute Truth is not of such a category. Therefore there cannot be words to express that experience, just as the fish had no words in his vocabulary to express the nature of the solid land.

I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and am happy,To touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand.

The scent of these arm-pits aroma finer than prayer,This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

As Adam early in the morning,Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep,Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,Be not afraid of my body.

The Shars seethed in the dim light of their ruddy sun. Pointed faces raised to the sky, they sniffed the faint wind for sign of the stranger and scented only hydrocarbons, far-off vegetations, damp fur, the sweat of excitement and fear.

Porn mainlined to the forebrain, electric orgasms courtesy of induction, screaming synthetic highs circuited to the mind, technicolor power fantasies jabbed right into one's primal need.

All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.

The eyes are hammers.

Poetry presents the thing in order to convey the feeling. It should be precise about the thing and reticent about the feeling, for as soon as the mind responds and connects with the thing the feeling shows in the words; this is how poetry enters deeply into us.

My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the other person's eyes. They're connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away.

There are no memories in a bottle full of wine.

Mysticism' here means, in the literal sense, a change of sensory impressions and organ sensations into something unreal and beyond this world.

analog hazz?n zevkine varan?n, dijital detoksa ihtiyac? kalmaz. (dokunman?n gücü üzerine, 10)

dokunman?n önemi öyle büyüktür ki, handiyse antropolojik diye tan?mlayabiliriz onu: insan olmak, ona ba?l?d?r. her bireyin hayat?nda iyice diplere at?lm?? bir çapad?r bu tecrübe: dokunuyor ve dokunuluyorsam, duyusal olarak, ruhsal olarak, zihinsel olarak ve ola ki a?k?n anlamda da, ya??yorumdur. Dokunma olmadan hayat? hissedemem. p.17