Quotes About Sensory

I just let myself exist in the moment, the deep, deep pleasure of being there next to him, of feeling the weight of him beside me, the space he took up in the atmosphere.

I didn't say much; my head was still ringing with the music, and I didn't want it to fade.

those few minutes, my mouth full of unfamiliar food, my eyes filled with strange sights, I existed only in the moment. I was fully present, my senses alive, my whole being open to receive the new experiences around me. I was in the only place in the world I could possibly be.

For those few minutes, my mouth full of unfamiliar food, my eyes filled with strange sights, I existed only in the moment. I was fully present, my senses alive, my whole being open to receive the new experiences around me. I was in the only place in the world I could possibly be.

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.

You don't ever do something just because it makes you feel good?" The assistant shrugs. "Mademoiselle, you need to spend more time in Paris.

Just watch this moment, without trying to change it at all. What is happening? What do you feel? What do you see? What do you hear?

Eons ago, Homo sapiens were just as alert and aware as all other creatures, and for the same reason. They needed to be. Now we don't need to be - or do we, but just don't understand this anymore? Our sensory equipment and brains are still designed for this awareness. These instincts are still in each of us, just buried, maybe deeply buried. Connecting with bird language begins the process of unearthing them.

Humbling as it may be, for all our vaunted brain power, humans emerge as nothing special in the sensory sweepstakes. Our senses of vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are middling, at best.

There is a difference between having a rational judgment that honey is sweet, and having a sense of its sweetness. . . . So there is a difference between believing that a person is beautiful, and having a sense of his beauty. The former may be obtained by hearsay, but the lat- ter only by seeing the countenance.

If you could jerk off to something else, like a hamburger, could you imagine the delight in being alive?

I looked at them as if I had X-ray vision: beneath the flesh I could clearly make out the skeletons; when Zorn embraced one of the girls it was as if their bones, separated by a thin gauze, knocked together; when they laughed, the grating sound burst forth from the jaws in the skulls

They were hot, itchy, and hard to see out of, plus the wool covered our mouths and made it difficult to speak. Aside from that, it was a joy to wear them.

I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.

The British philosopher and novelist Raymond Tallis, writing in the New Scientist (January 2010), commented on how the 'material world, far from being the noisy, colourful, smelly place we live in, is colourless, silent, full of odourless molecules, atoms, particles, whose nature and behaviour is best described mathematically'.

Non bisogna ragionare sulla natura per enunciati privi di riscontro oggettivo e formulazioni di principi teorici, ma in base a ciò che l'esperienza sensibile richiede.

A few people, however, can still see and hear in the old way. But most of the members of the human race have lost the capacity to he painters, poets or musicians, and are not left the option of seeing and hearing directly even if they can afford to; they must get it secondhand. The recovery of this ability is called here "awareness.

In the process, he came to understand a crucial principle of brain function: our brain takes the incomplete information about the outside world that it receives from our eyes and makes it complete.

The insula not only evaluates and integrates the emotional or motivational importance of these stimuli, it also coordinates external sensory information and our internal motivational states. This consciousness of bodily states is a measure of our emotional awareness of self, the feeling that "I am.

The air rippled with synthetic pleasure and the taste of vanilla.

Fear can be passed on to others and, similar to fear of flying, its smell can be sensed by people in outlandish places or fussy situations. Its apprehension may be nasal or actuated through our brain, our memory or the sensorial spread, and not at the least through a sixth sense. (One could still feel the smell of fear )

Good historical fiction can bring those sights, smells, and even the oppressive heat so alive, you feel that you are there,

Food tastes better when you wear it!

The silence was deafening, pressing more heavily on Hollyleaf's ears than the stones that pinned her to the cold floor.