Quotes About Senses

Science is nothing but perception.

Aliter catuli longe olent, aliter sues. ("Puppies and pigs have a very different smell.")

Do not underestimate the human being, who sometimes appears so simple. Even with sight as sharp as an eagle, a mind as sharp as a razor, senses more powerful than gods, hearing that can catch the music and the lamentations of life, your knowledge of humanity will never be total.

The nose is for breathing, the mouth is for eating.

The best way to deal with stress at work is to go for a forest bath. I go for shinrin-yoku every lunchtime. You don't need a forest; any small green space will do. Leave your cup of coffee and your phone behind and just walk slowly. You don't need to exercise, you just need to open your senses to nature. It will improve your mood, reduce tension and anxiety, and help you focus and concentrate for the rest of the day.

When we want to express our knowledge, we must be able to translate or reduce it to concrete terms, accessible to our senses and rational through the cerebral function. "Sympathetic'' experience always remains uncertain and open to discussion as long as it is not "objectified" experience.

For a Brahmin, who gives importance to acts, even the pleasures of heaven are useless; whereas, for a Kshatriya, who takes pride and feels honoured in taking risks, he is least bothered about his life. Any man, who exercises control over all his senses, remains unmoved by the looks/beauty of a young woman. He is never affected by disorders like lust, anger, greed, liquor, infatuation,

Man will be fully a person, a per se subsistens and a per se operans, only in so far as the life of reason and liberty dominates that of the senses and passions in him; otherwise he will remain like the animal, a simple individual, the slave of events and circumstances, always led by something else, incapable of guiding himself; he will be only a part, without being able to aspire to the whole.

But when physical appearance evades the scrutiny of our senses and enters the sanctuary of our hearts, then it can forget itself. I know, from my childhood's experience, how devotion is beauty itself, in its inner aspect.

They who from birth have had no other speech than the trembling of their lips learn a language of the eyes, endless in expression, deep as the sea, clear as the heavens, wherein play dawn and sunset, light and shadow.

But when the physical appearance evades the scrutiny of our senses and enters the sanctuary of our hearts, then it can forget itself. I know, from my childhood's experience, how devotion is beauty itself, in its inner aspect.

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that you use it so little.

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it's a pity we use it so little.

Of course I read Braille, yes.

You seize sentiment better when you get clear of nature. You breathe it in every sense!

I have the habit of attention to such excess, that my senses get no rest - but suffer from a constant strain.

T'appuyant, fraîche claire rose, contre mon oeil fermé -, on dirait mille paupières superposées contre la mienne chaude. Mille sommeils contre ma feinte sous laquelle je rôde dans l'odorant labyrinthe.

And even if you were in some prison the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses—would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories? Turn your attention thither. Try to raise the submerged sensations of that ample past; your personality will grow more firm, your solitude will widen and will become a dusky dwelling past which the noise of others goes by far away.

Von deinen Sinnen hinausgesandt, geh bis an deiner Sehnsucht Rand; gieb mir Gewand. Hinter den Dingen wachse als Brand, dass ihre Schatten, ausgespannt, immer mich ganz bedecken. Lass dir Alles geschehn: Schönheit und Schrecken. Man muss nur gehn: Kein Gefühl ist das fernste.

The hour bows down and stirs me with a clear and ringing stroke; my senses tremble. I feel that I can-- and seize the forming day.

Yo creo que casi todas nuestras tristezas son momentos de tensión que experimentamos como si se tratara de una parálisis. Porque ya no percibimos el vivir de nuestros sentidos enajenados, y nos encontramos solos con lo extraño que ha penetrado en nosotros. Porque se nos arrebata por un instante todo cuanto nos es familiar, habitual. Y porque nos hallamos en medio de una transición, en la cual no podemos detenernos.

Understand? It's worse than that. He registers with his senses but short-circuits his brain. Nothing has meaning. He takes it in but he doesn't digest it. Already he is . . . a walking zombie! Already he's learned to repress not only his emotions but his humanity. He's invisible, a walking personification of the Negative, the most perfect achievement of your dreams, sir! The mechanical man!

War educates the senses, calls into action the will, perfects the physical constitution, brings men into such swift and close collision in critical moments that man measures man.

The influence of the senses has, in most men, overpowered the mind to the degree that the walls of time and space have come to look real and insurmountable; and to speak with levity of these limits is, in the world, the sign of insanity. Yet, time and space are but inverse measures of the force of the soul.