Quotes About Sensory

Hugh stretched out one hand and stroked the fur. It felt cold and rich, it crackled with silky static electricity. Stroking it was like stroking a clear autumn night.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

What smells good may not always taste good, I leaned this the day I tried to eat a scented candle.

You can never appreciate the scent of a flower by another's description. Some things are left to experience. Journey of self.

I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia.

A taste so profound and complex that it can't even be compared to other tastes, only to emotions. Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, tastes like love without the fear of love's dissolution.

Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.

When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.

A snake knows more about what is happening around than any other creature, because it has no ears to listen to gossip - only direct perception.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I'll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don't taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

Whenever I drink champagne I either laugh or cry...I get so emotional! I love champagne.

I love color. I feel it inside me. It gives me a buzz.

Love is 2 minutes and 52 seconds of squelching noises.

I like the way my own feet smell. I love to smell my sneakers when I take them off.

I hadn't realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn't predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.

He smelt of the sun, as if it had seeped deep into his skin, and I found myself inhaling silently, as if he were something delicious.

They began to tune up, and suddenly the auditorium was filled with a single sound - the most alive, three-dimensional thing I had ever heard. It made the hairs on my skin stand up, my breath catch in my throat....I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen...It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

He smelled of warm, sleepy male. She had forgotten what a weirdly potent scent that was.

I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual.

The conductor stepped up, tapped twice on the rostrum, and a great hush descended. I felt the stillness, the auditorium alive, expectant. Then he brought down his baton and suddenly everything was pure sound. I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

and suddenly everything was pure sound. I felt the music like a physical thing; it didn't just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen. Will hadn't described any of it like this. I had thought I might be bored. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. And