Quotes About Senses

There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness.

What evidence would you have of my reality beyond that of your senses?

So entirely had it lost the life and resonance of the human voice, that it affected the senses like a once beautiful colour faded away into a poor weak stain.

The senses affect us so powerfully that we often use one sense to describe another. We use physical words—for heaviness and lightness, hardness and softness—to describe colors. We use visual words—for brightness and darkness, focus and blurriness—to talk about sounds. So we use metaphors to describe metaphors

To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.

You don't need a camera all the time — the soul, heart, eyes, spirit, and all your other senses capture moments beautifully too.

Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, the footstep on the porch, the soft scuffle of a moth against the screen, which rouses every sense to an instant alert. So comes poetry to the drowsy mind, which startles a moment, wonders, and returns to sleep.

It may be that DMT makes us able to perceive what the physicist call "dark matter" - the 95 per cent of the universe's mass that is known to exist but that at present remains invisible to our senses and instruments.

It brought Duran back to his childhood, where he'd seen a lot of things kids weren't meant to see and some stuff beyond that. It had been like a tour of duty, his childhood, a state of mind to be endured. His senses had been alive then, that was for sure. So much unrealized potential, so many dreams of who he could be and what he'd do when he got there.

Suspended in grief, I'd come unmoored from my senses. From 'Or She Dies'.

The sky is gray and the big lake is duller and darker than the sky. In this dull light every color is accentuated, especially her skin. Her skin is white. The whiteness of her skin is like a thick, pale candle with a flame deep inside of it. In this light, the trees radiate greenness. Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson

I never trust mere appearance - one's senses offer such an insecure guarantee of abstract perception. - What's The Use of White Dog Shit?

He was, and he knew it, very quietly in love with the little Manchu. His love demanded nothing, not even reply; it was a tribute of the mind, to which his senses added only a flavor.

Through the screen, he could smell the evening as though it were a living presence, the purple and yellow flowers in his yard and the dark green wetness of the fescue part of a song that was never supposed to die. Except he could feel things ending, coming apart at the center, and he didn't know why.

It's wherever you are. If it's tapped into any of your senses, it knows where you are and what you're doing." Oh no, I thought, my spirits sinking. I hadn't considered that. Did that mean nothing I did was ever anymore? "Even in the bathroom?" the Gasman's eyes widened with surprise.

They say our sense of smell is our most primal, the one that can hit us the hardest, because it comes from the deepest part of the brain.

My style can't be held within a pixel medium. Like, it needs to be performed in a living, breathing space. People need to have all their senses ready to take on my comedy, and unfortunately, TV alienates at least their sense of touch, taste, smell.

One very important aspect of our contemporary musical culture - some might say the supremely important aspect - is its extension in the historical and geographical senses to a degree unknown in the past.

People have a fear of the unknown. Insects have different senses than us, different amount of limbs and their body structure is very different. It's hard for us to really relate to them and understand them.

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.

women love with their imagination and men with their senses.

Touch is the mother of the senses. Not only are women more sensitive when they touch, but they're also more sensitive to being touched.

the things of this world are all a mental creation, since external phenomena are transient and only exist for us because of our perception. Consequently they are actually "created" by our mind (or, if you will, a more universal entity called Mind). Consequently they do not exist outside our mind and hence are a void. Yet the mind itself, which is the only thing real, is also a void since its thoughts cannot be located by the five senses.

Beauty is found in anything that delights the senses, nourishes the soul, fires the imagination.