Quotes About Senses

There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride more than the passions, and gave to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than any joy they brought, or could ever bring, to the senses. But this was not one of them.

The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

The drowsy stillness of the summer afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.

from that terrible love the soft pure hands gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses.

From Odes and Burgeonings: Oh love, your body rises like the pure line of a goblet from the earth that knows me and when my senses found you you throbbed as though within you rain and seeds were falling...

Oh love, your body rises like the pure line of a goblet from the earth that knows me and when my senses found you you throbbed as though within you rain and seeds were falling...

Conserve your powers. Be like the capacious ocean, absorbing within all the tributary rivers of the senses. Small yearnings are openings in the reservoir of your inner peace, permitting healing waters to be wasted in the desert soil of materialism. The forceful activating impulse of wrong desire is the greatest enemy to the happiness of man. Roam in the world as a lion of self-control; see that the frogs of weakness don't kick you around.

A yogi must be able to pass into, and continue in, the superconsciousness, regardless of multitudinous distractions never absent from this earth. Whether in the buzz of insects or the pervasive glare of daylight, the testimony of the senses must be barred. Sound and sight come then indeed, but to worlds fairer than the banished Eden.

Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.

If I lost all five of my senses, I know I could live on inside my mind. For it is in the mind we see, and in the mind we live, whether we know it or not.

Poetry reaches to the realm beyond the world of sight and sound to reveal what our senses long to see and hear. It is the language not so much of the sublime, but of the truly real.

The human body is amazing, she said. If you deprive it of one sensory input, the other senses take over, almost instantly.

Y Dios? —preguntó—. ¿Crees en Dios? Ella lo sopesó largo rato. —La ciencia me dice que Dios existe. La mente, que nunca lo comprenderé. Y mi corazón, que está más allá de nuestros sentidos

The birth of the mind is the death of the senses

You now see everything through a veil of associations about things, projected over a direct, simple awareness. You've 'seen it all before'; it's like watching a movie for the twentieth time. You see only memories of things, so you become bored. Boredom, you see, is fundamental nonawareness of life; boredom is awareness, trapped in the mind. You'll have to lose your mind before you can come to your senses.

The birth of the mind is the death of the senses — it's not that we eat an apple and get a little sexy!

Silenus returns to himself in that process of allowing the world to rush in once more, much like the return of the senses following orgasm. Only the descent of the writer to the world was more painful as he or she returned, trailing clouds of glory which quickly dissipated in the mundane flow of sensory trivia.

A mais antiga raiz de nossa vida emocional está no sentido do olfato, ou, mais precisamente, no lobo olfativo, células que absorvem e analisam o cheiro.

The neocortex is the seat of thought; it contains the centers that put together and comprehend what the senses perceive. It adds to a feeling what we think about it—and allows us to have feelings about ideas, art, symbols, imaginings

Design. Story. Symphony. Empathy. Play. Meaning. These six senses increasingly will guide our lives and shape our world.

A bowl of pudding only has taste when I put it in my mouth - when it is in contact. with my tongue. It doesn't have taste or flavor sitting in my fridge, only the potential.

in the activity of the senses the authentic foundation of existence.

The senses come out of their torpor; they stop waiting for exceptional circumstances to come along and wake them up. They find childhood again, adolescence, where the world unendingly sustains their capacity to vibrate. It is this deep and palpitating life that all those on the path of spontaneity know.