Quotes About Senses

Se mai uitase o dat? la poetul r?pus de pl?ceri, se îmb?tase f?r? s? se sature de iubirea cea nobil?, care unea sim?urile cu inima ?i inima cu sim?urile, ca s? le ridice în înaltul cerului împreun?. Divinizarea aceasta, care face s? fim doi pe p?mânt ca s? sim?im, ?i unul singur în cer ca s? iubim, însemna pentru dânsa iertarea p?catelor.

You ask me why a soft numbness diffuses all my inmost senses with deep oblivion, as though with thirsty throat I'd drained the cup that brings the sleep of Lethe.

I know of no fact on which Jesus called the people to rest their faith, that they could not as easily judge of, through the medium of their senses as of any facts in nature.

Whether we actually see through a microscope is a question philosopher Ian Hacking raises in one of the most acute criticisms of van Fraassen's skepticism about the reliability of instruments designed to see what the human senses cannot detect. Hacking's essay "Do We See through a Microscope

The "four 'F's'" of animal behavior—fleeing, fighting, feeding, and…reproducing—all depend on acquiring information and

I have two children and it's amazing how in tune they are with nature, with light, with smells, with time.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. When I ride through Beverly Hills in the early morning, and all the sprinklers have turned off, the scents that wash over me are just heavenly. Being House is like flying, too. You're free of the gravity of what people think.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive. Being House is like flying, too. He's free of the gravity of what people think.

The coffee doesn't taste the way it smells. For that Adriana is thankful. If it did, humans would never do anything other than drink it. Smell is the sense of memory. Each coffee would recall countless memories, boundless memories. Coffee as the drug of remembering.

quite the same thing. It is like an overwhelming clamour on the senses. 'Jenao

I can take a book in my hands and voyage across the world. China, Burma, Jamaica—the very sound of the words is an enchantment bringing me sights and sounds, and odors that my senses have never savored.

All things are in a state of vibration. Vibrations from objects in our surroundings are constantly impinging upon us and carry to our senses a cognition of the external world. The vibrations in the ether act upon our eyes so that we see, and vibrations in the air transmit sounds to the ear.

As it turned out, the purée of spring vegetables exceeded Mr. Ravenel's description. The soft reddish-orange emulsion really did taste like a garden. It was a bold, creamy harmony of astringent tomato, sweet carrots, potatoes, and greens, bound together in a lively snap of springtime. As Phoebe bit into a half-crisp, half-sodden crouton, she closed her eyes to savor it. God, it had been so long since she'd really tasted anything.

Why should we have perfect senses that can directly perceive everything? The big lesson of physics over the centuries is how much is hidden from our view. From

Medicine—to the extent that it can be called a science—is a sensual science, one in which we collect data about a patient through touch and the other senses according to a systematic method in order to make a diagnosis.

Like poetry, in times of intense emotion the image returns to me. Like poetry, it stroked my soul and, by turns, lulled and stoked my senses.

I wonder, in all of our family travels when times were good, in the fields of Europe and the far-flung reaches of the South Pacific, have I ever seen a place more glorious to the eye and beguiling to the senses than this one? Around us, misted valleys and high mountain vistas offer fold upon fold upon hundredfold of myriad greens. All is dressed in a splendor of cloud shadows.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

To touch is to experience, but to feel is to live.

By the age of thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

By age thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

Their philosophy was that you should not always trust your senses and sense experience in order to understand the world, but should rely ultimately on logic and mathematics.

I listened. Listening isn't hard to do. No one has practice at it, nowadays, but you can train yourself to pay attention to your senses if you work at it long enough.

Every potion has eight parts. One part is a base liquid to hold the others and provide a medium for mixing. Five parts are symbolically linked to each of the five senses. One is similarly linked to the mind, and another to the spirit. The basic ingredient to the stimulant potion was coffee, while the base for the scent-masking potion was water. I got them both to boiling.