Quotes About Senses

There is a smell to failure. It is a stench that clings like a miasma. Just as dogs can detect the odor of fear in a human being, so people can sense when a man is on his way down.

There is only one state- admittedly an unusual state, but not one that can be stigmatized as pathological- in which it does not do this. At the height of being in love the boundary between ego and object threatens to melt away. Against all the evidence of his senses, a man who is in love declares that 'I' and 'you' are one, and is prepared to behave as if it were a fact.

contradiction with this the majority of medical writers hardly admit that the dream is a psychical phenomenon at all. According to them dreams are provoked and initiated exclusively by stimuli proceeding from the senses or the body, which either reach the sleeper from without or are accidental disturbances of his internal organs.

For he has found that even his senses deceive him, and it is prudent never to trust completely those who have deceived us even once. He puts to himself the objection that only madmen (who say that they are dressed in purple when they are naked, or that their heads are made of earthenware, or that they are pumpkins or made of glass -- madmen were evidently pretty colorful in the seventeenth century) deny the very obvious evidence of their senses.

growing in faith and love for Christ, revealed as He is in Scripture, will be the greatest of all preservatives against being led astray. The person who is saturated in the teaching and spirit of the Gospels will have his or her senses trained ... to distinguish good from evil (Heb. 5:14, NIV) and to know what is truly Christ-like and Christ-honoring.

Your body registers the bad vibe before your brain does. It senses the discordant energy and sends you a signal.

Like setting up a satellite dish on the roof, when you clear your psychic pathway, a lot more energy floods through your senses as more awareness comes in.

Samantha, cooking isn't about writing down. It's about tasting. Feeling. Touching. Smelling.

Tasting," she says, removing my pen and paper from my hands. "Not writing. You need to use your senses. Your instincts.

I am most alive when I let myself be touched by the fingers of life.

Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells

His novel so lacks the feel and smell of barracks and of the passion of men at war that we remain unmoved, at the close, by Saunders's wistful wish "that whatever was left of the world would come to its senses and build something new and different and new and new and altogether different.

The quickest way to the heart is through a wound.... Concealed sin keeps us from seeing the light of Christ.... Sin is like spiritual leprosy. It deadens your spiritual senses so that you rip your soul to shreds and don't even feel it.

Deaf people can be the sharpest hearers and blind people can be the sharpest see-ers. It's not physical. Dullness of hearing, you remember from 6:12 and 3:18, is the failure to make use of the Word heard to nurture faith and bear the fruit of obedience.

Recipes are made by breaking down a complex relationship of smell, touch, taste, and instinct born of intimate familiarity into a series of minimal commands containing none of those things.

They had been brought up in a tradition that told them in one way or another that the life of the mind and the life of the senses were separate and, indeed, inimical; they had believed, without ever having really thought about it, that one had to be chosen at some expense of the other. That the one could intensify the other had never occurred to them.

I don't think it had ever occurred to me that man's supremacy is not primarily due to his brain, as most of the books would have one think. It is due to the brain's capacity to make use of the information conveyed to it by a narrow band of visible light rays.

If only we could reach back before the concept, could write on a level with the senses, record the infinitesimal variations of what we touch, do what a reptile would do if it were to set about writing!

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The Future awaits us in order to immolate us: the mind records nothing but the fracture of existence now, and the senses still vibrate only in the expectation of disaster…

Great artists are beings who, to quote Napoleon, can cut off at will the connection which Nature has put between the senses and thought.

Speed thy way through the luminous spheres; behold, admire, hasten! Flying thus thou canst pause or advance without weariness. Like other men, thou wouldst fain be plunged forever in these spheres of light and perfume where now thou art, free of thy swooning body, and where thy thought alone has utterance. Fly! enjoy for a fleeting moment the wings thou shalt surely win when Love has grown so perfect in thee that thou hast no senses left; when thy whole being is all mind, all love.

Know this for certain—methods are always confounded with results; you will never succeed in separating the soul from the senses, spirit from matter.

Love is the poetry of the senses. It has the destiny of all that which is great in man and of all that which proceeds from his thought. Either it is sublime, or it is not. When once it exists, it exists forever and goes on always increasing. This is the love which the ancients made the child of heaven and earth.