Quotes About Sensory

I can see the darkness winding around me like silk ribbons, streaming and flapping in a wind that is not there.

Colors got funny, like there were too many of them packed in behind your basic blue or green or whatever. Sometimes I almost thought I could see the colors around people that Felix was always yammering about. And my hearing got sharper to the point that Mavortian and Bernard yelling at each other was actually painful. I mean, it was a pain and I was used to that, but now it hurt. And I couldn't sleep.

Oenother took out a leather phallus, which she proceeded to coat with oil, ground pepper, and crushed nettle seeds. Gradually, she inserted it into my anus. The cruel crone kept sprinkling the fluid over my thighs. * She mixed nasturtium seed with artemesia and spread it over my genitals, then, with a switch in her limber hand, beat everything below my navel.

And this prime hour of fragrance is the hour so many miss upon beds of sloth, never half knowing what a beautiful, marvellous world is around them. Not all the long hours of day can possibly bring back again the charm and blessedness of this, either to the body or to the soul.

The coffeemaker orgasms.

Her eyes are like fingers. They can touch. They can press and pinch.

his hand was warm, the fingers plump and bunchy and tight in their skin, like half-cooked sausages.

There seemed no motion, no rhythm, in all the world, but that which I had set up, between her legs, with one wet fingertip.

I shivered again, remembering. I put the tip of one finger to my tongue. It tasted sharp—like vinegar, like blood. Like money.

She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

And yet, I seemed to feel my eyes bound, too, with bands of silk. And at my throat there was a velvet collar.

Hiking connects us to ourselves. A University of Michigan study found that because our senses evolved in nature, by getting back to it we connect more honestly with our sensory reactions. Which connects us with our true selves, and enhances a feeling of "oneness." Or perhaps we could say, a Something Else.

Living with ADHD is like being locked in a room with 100 Televisions and 100 Radios all playing. None of them have power buttons so you can turn them off and the door is locked from the outside.

Learn to know your particular balance between being overstimulated/understimulated and overwhelmed/underwhelmed.

When I'm inside my house, it's like I'm right in the middle of a busy street. Each noise from down the block throws me off. If I have a thought and then the phone rings, I'm lost. Each tick of the clock drives me over the edge. People say, 'Just ignore it,' but I can't block it out.

Zing took a bite of the ice cream and her taste buds nearly fainted. Was it possible for a tongue to have an orgasm? If so, hers just had.

The sounds were trapped in the tank with him. His fingers pawed at the wet plastic but could find no hold.

Think biologically: humans are in better moods after they've eaten a fine meal or when they are in more pleasant surroundings.

Seeing is not enough; you have to feel what you photograph." – Andre Kertesz

There are no genuinely blue foods. Foods that appear blue such as blueberries are often a shade of purple.

In a study conducted by the Bay State Medical Center in Springfield, approximately 68% of people experience phantom vibrations syndrome, a sensory hallucination where you mistakenly think your phone is buzzing in your pocket.

Paintings. Or the collapse of time in images.

It had the taste of an apple peeled with a steel knife. (Sebastian Barnack assessing a Roederer 1916 champagne in Time Must Have a Stop)

Okay. I've got a good one." Simon stroked Isabelle's hair feeling her lashes flutter against his neck as she closed her eyes. "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.