Quotes About Senses

In modern times, if the sole measure of what's out there flows from your five senses then a precarious life awaits you.

Life must be filled up, and the man who is not capable of intellectual pleasures must content himself with such as his senses can afford.

Our senses, our appetite, and our passions are our lawful and faithful guides in things that relate solely to this life.

Is it freedom to be a slave to the senses, to anger, to jealousies and a hundred other petty things that must occur every day in human life?

The noblest are they who turning from the things the vulgar crave, seek the source of a blessed life in worlds to which the senses do not lead.

City of rest! - as it seems to our modern senses, - how is it possible that so busy, so pitiless and covetous a life as history shows us, should have gone to the making and the fashioning of Venice!

meditation or consideration is a further inquisition into the truth. Set consideration at work and, not like brutes, suffer your eyes, ears, lusts, and senses to be your guides. But commune with your hearts, consider your ways, reflect on your actions, look to your end--which, if you did, you would not be so sensual, so sinful as you have been and are (Isa. 1:4).

There is a wisdom in the body that is older and more reliable than clocks and calendars.

Nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses.

We are not at all to wonder [...] that we having but some few superficial ideas of things, discovered to us only by the senses from without, or by the mind, reflecting on what it experiments in itself within, have no knowledge beyond that, much less of the internal constitution, and true nature of things, being destitute of faculties to attain it.

Don't think. Smell the flowers.

There is deep wisdom within our very flesh, if we can only come to our senses and feel it.

Selene smelled the old woman's flesh, acrid electronics, and consistency, and it helped drive the dangerous musk from her nostrils.

He turned his head to press his face to the cold glass of the portal, a gesture Richard saw a lot among his pilots. His pilots. With their hair-trigger reflexes and enhanced senses that made the simplest navigation through daily life an act of courage and endurance. His pilots. Richard's pilots. Richard's ticket to the stars.

One of the things I'd noticed was that, in addition to all my weird new secondary senses relating to gravity and mass and so forth, my eyes were becoming better adopted to seeing under a variety of light conditions.

The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could tell the difference. Uninnocent, these conversations start, and then engage the senses, only half-meaning to. And then there is no choice, and then there is no sense; until a name and all its connotation are the same.

The heart may think it knows better: The senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out.

the senses bound our feeling world: there is an abrupt break where their power stops

You don't have to,' I say. 'You are normal. You have a job with tenure. You have Lucia and this house.' I cannot say the rest that I think, that he is easy in his body, that he sees and hears and tastes and feels what others do, so his reality matches theirs.

Inspiration in Science may have to do with ideas, but not in Art. In art it is in the senses that are instinctively responsive to the medium of expression.

Aristotle's version of Plato's God is pure nous, or pure thought. The human soul is not; it includes other faculties or powers, like the senses and the passions. But there is still enough nous left to figure out what is going on.

God's supreme reason dictates the structure of both the supernatural and the natural order, since both reflect His eternal purpose. Truths about the first are revealed to us in the form of divine law, which means Scripture. Truths about the second are revealed to us through our senses, by means of the laws of nature.

Epicurus even defined pleasure as the absence of pain: not exactly a formula for a life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Still, the underlying principle of his philosophy—that the one thing all nature seeks to avoid is pain, and the one thing it seeks to gain is pleasure, and men should do the same—was only an extreme version of Aristotle's theory of knowledge based on our senses.