Quotes About Senses

Knowledge comes from our senses, extend our senses and we extend our knowledge. Let's stop building apps for mobile phones and start building apps for our bodies.

Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind... The understanding can intuit nothing, the senses can think nothing. Only through their union can knowledge arise.

All our knowledge begins with the senses...

If we extend our senses, we will consequently extend our knowledge.

Inspiration is a slender river of brightness leaping from a vast and eternal knowledge, it exceeds reason more perfectly than reason exceeds the knowledge of the senses.

If we look at the realm of knowledge, how exceedingly small and limited is that part acquired through our own senses; how wide is that we gain from other sources.

Gather knowledge... Visit galleries, museums, art and craft fairs... Read books and magazines. Take workshops. Use your senses. Experience stimulates your memory and imagination.

Some creatures are made to see in the dark.

The more senses recruited at the moment of learning, the more likely you are to recall it later.

Why do we close our eyes when we pray, cry, kiss, or dream? Because the most beautiful things in life are not seen but felt by the heart.

this whiff of tissue harbors our mental maps—and our memories. In fact, our recollections appear to be all bound up with where we experienced an event.

There comes a time in every young woman's life when she must learn to trust the evidence of her own senses, of her own experiences, if it does not confirm what she has heard from others.

He didn't sound afraid, but I smelled that he was. Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.

My psychic senses," Max announced, "are now attuned to that picture, and I'm getting some pretty clear messages about communing and abs.

I'd tell you that was pretty much impossible," Asher replied, "but your Tess Kendrick. My spider senses tell me that impossible is kind of your thing.

I need you to recover your senses and let your poor bodyguard onto that roof.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell.

According to him the faculty of choice distinguishes humans from irrational animals. We can make considered choices among 'impressions' or 'appearances', meaning anything that comes within range of our senses, together with whatever thoughts and feelings these sensations evoke. While all animals are subject to impressions, those of humans differ by virtue of the fact that we possess the power of language and reason (both faculties expressed by the single word logos).

Todos los días son buenos, pienso, hasta los malos. Cada día es un don. El olor puede ser malo, pero habríamos de regocijarnos de tener nariz. Nadie nos prometió una nariz. Nadie nos prometió un jardín para la nariz.

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I despise the zeal of the devout, but I have never said that the One is two. I am not one of those for whom faith is simply fear of judgement. How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of the creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

I am not one of those for whom faith is simply fear of judgement. How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

We try to make theories of our perception. We try to explain what was or is making repeated indents upon our senses, life. We rationalize and give something a name, a number, try to recognize a persistent quality to some element of sorrow, distance, feeling.