Quotes About Senses

Information is not knowledge. The world is awash in information; it is the role of intelligence to find and act on the salient patterns. For example, we have hundreds of megabits of information flowing through our senses every second, the bulk of which is intelligently discarded. It is only the key recognitions and insights (all forms of knowledge) that we retain. Thus intelligence selectively destroys information to create knowledge.

What I try to capture as a writer is the feeling of being alive, of being awake.

Writing chases after the senses, and conveys them in an altered form. When it is done well, the senses come alive in a new and captured form.

Why use salty when you can have brackish? It carries a sense of part-water, part-salt, too, just like the sea.

My fans have great senses of humor and eat too much chocolate.

Among irrational animals the love of the offspring and of the parents for each other is extraordinary because God, who created them, compensated for the deficiency of reason by the superiority of their senses.

I love a nice cooking show. It's as aesthetically pleasing as any other thing that tempts the senses, I suppose.

As Nancy Frey writes of the long-distance pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela in Spain, 'When pilgrims begin to walk several things usually begin to happen to their perceptions of the world which continue over the course of the journey: they develop a changing sense of time, a heightening of the senses, and a new awareness of their bodies and the landscape....A young German man expressed it this way: 'In the experience of walking, each step is a thought. You can't escape yourself.

Cooking is likewise a mode of transformation and a pleasure to which I often repair, and it sometimes seems so pleasurable because it is the opposite of writing; it engages all the senses; it's immediate and unreproduceable and then it's complete and eaten and over. The tasks are simple, messy, fragrant, and brief, and success and failure are easy to determine.

There is an anaesthetic of familiarity, a sedative of ordinariness, which dulls the senses and hides the wonder of existence.

they experience—what they see, hear, think, and

I don't try to imagine a personal God; it suffices to stand in awe at the structure of the world, insofar as it allows our inadequate senses to appreciate it. —ALBERT EINSTEIN

It is precisely because our own human senses are not capable of doing what bats do that we find it hard to believe. Because we can only understand it at a level of artificial instrumentation, and mathematical calculations on paper, we find it hard to imagine a little animal doing it in its head.

Just as a primitive sextant functions on the illusion that the sun and stars rotate around the planet we are standing on, our senses give us the illusion of stability in the universe, and we accept it, because without that acceptance, nothing can be done. Virginia

Hugh sought the right words. It's just that... He pushed his hair back. And then he sighed. I feel that if one is properly living life...an excess of rumination and metaphor can put you at a remove from all that's beautiful about it. If one takes advantage of all the senses - breathing, feeling, seeing... touching...tasting... he tried not to look at Lillias ...then merely being alive is poetry.

I feel that if one is properly living life . . . an excess of rumination and metaphor can put you at a remove from all that's beautiful about it. If one takes advantage of all the senses—breathing, feeling, seeing . . . touching . . . tasting . . ." he tried not to look at Lillias ". . . then merely being alive is poetry.

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the forming of the five senses is a labour of the entire history of the world down to the present

Ah, I know, Bridget said. For sure, you have the sixth sense. Mrs. Glover, wrestling with the plum pudding, snorted her disapproval. She was of the opinion that five senses were too many, let alone adding on another.

Life is comic or pitiful as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near-sighted, and can only attend towhat addresses the senses.

It is a very melancholy reflection that men are usually so weak that it is absolutely necessary for them to know sorrow and pain to be in their right senses.

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

It is strange that the tactile sense, which is so infinitely less precious to men than sight, becomes at critical moments our main, if not only, handle to reality.

For my part, I believe that remorse is the least active of all a man's moral senses,--the very easiest to be deadened when wakened, and in some never wakened at all.