Quotes About Senses

If for us culture means museum and library and open house and art gallery, for them it meant the activities and amenities of everyday life... The rift is... between folk culture, where the unschooled can be wise, and print culture, which enslaved the other senses to the eye.

It is difficult to resist a force of nature, Maman. His seduction is like all my senses struck by bolts of lightning.

I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel, smell, touch and think. Thinking of it means my sixth sense. Particles of Light are written note. O bolt of lightning can be an entire sonata. A thousand balls of lightening is a concert.. For this concert I have created a Ball Lightning, which can be heard on the icy peaks of the Himalayas.

When a child is born its sense-organs are brought in contact with the outer world. The waves of sound, heat and light beat upon its feeble body, its sensitive nerve-fibres quiver, the muscles contract and relax in obedience: a gasp, a breath, and in this act a marvelous little engine, of inconceivable delicacy and complexity of construction, unlike any on earth, is hitched to the wheel-work of the Universe.

Mi-as exersa perfect cele cinci simturi, pielea intreaga, pentru a se desfata si a intelege. Mi-as umple sufletul cu carne. Mi-as umple carnea cu suflet

Can we go back to the part where you're in love with me? No, because I'm not anymore. I've come to my senses. That's a damn shame, that is. You'll have to wait here a minute. There's something I need from inside. I'll not stand out here. I'm going home. I'll only come after you, Brenna, he called over his shoulder as he walked to the door.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.

Quid? Quod eadem mente res dissimillimas comprehendimus, ut colorem saporem, calorem, odorem, sonum? Quae numquam quinque nuntiis animus cognosceret, nisi ad eum omnia referrentur et is omnium iudex solus esset.

Of course it's the apparently tranquil periods that deceive us. Though our instruments or our senses or our wits may not be able to see the processes that are leading toward these clusters of events, they're happening. The star, the wheel, the butterfly—all are in a subtle state of unrest, waiting for the moment when some invisible mechanism signals that the time has come. Then the star explodes; the wheel makes poor men rich; the butterfly mates and dies.

For ourselves, who are ordinary men and women, let us return thanks to Nature for her bounty by using every one of the senses she has given us.

when the memoir writer has done his work upon it? For one thing, Orlando had a positive hatred of tea; for another, the intellect, divine as it is, and all-worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcases, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

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.

not to spell very well, but to smell very well

Art is meant to provoke emotions, Avery. Its sole purpose is to arouse our senses, even if it disturbs. Even if it's ugly. Even if it fucking scares the living shit out of you.

In the Realm of the Senses for May? Or something by Peter Greenaway? You have to understand, to Lloyd, film is film, it's all about technique

It was as if his fingers knew things, but they couldn't show him unless they were moving, touching. He had to think it was similar for carpenters and writers, and he knew it was the same for chefs.

I can often be found in an art museum. Mostly I like being in a museum because I find visual art both absorbing and disorienting. I don't know very much about painting. I have taken exactly one art history course, and I can't draw a credible stick figure. I like being in a space where my senses are stimulated, indeed swamped, and where I don't know enough to think my way out of the experience.

The body is the unconscious mind.

You have the means to direct knowledge of the spiritual worlds. You have the senses that will help you to perceive these subtle spheres. It only remains for you to develop your sleeping powers. The question should not be 'is there life after death', it should be 'what am I doing to awaken my faculties to perceive the spirit worlds?

Nose, eyes, ears

Remember, dogs sense when we are happy, and especially when we are happy with them.

Perfumes, colors and sounds echo one another.

The will is the tool of the understanding, which must fashion its conclusions on the notices of sense. If the senses be depraved, it is impossible to calculate the evils that may flow from the consequent deductions of the understanding.

The fingers on the windows leave traces on them. The fingers on the body leave invisible traces. (Les doigts sur les vitres - Laissent des traces sur elles; - Les doigts sur le corps - En laissent d'invisibles.)