Quotes About Senses

Mr. Trask, do you think the thoughts of people suddenly become important at a given age? Do you have sharper feelings or clearer thoughts now than when you were ten? Do you see as well, hear as well, taste as vitally?

They had not grown up in the paradoxes of industry. Their senses were still sharp to the ridiculousness of the industrial life.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer—and what trees and seasons smelled like—how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.

Yes, it meant something." Then he said, "Mr. Trask, do you think the thoughts of people suddenly become important at a given age? Do you have sharper feelings or clearer thoughts now than when you were ten? Do you see as well, hear as well, taste as vitally?

Coming to our senses involves cultivating an overarching awareness of all our senses, including our own minds, and their limitations, including the temptation when we feel deeply insecure and have a lot of resources, to try to control as rigidly and as tightly as possible all variables in the external world, an impossible and ultimately depleting, intrinsically violent

The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.

Fear is a force that sharpens your senses. Being afraid is a state of paralysis in which you can't do anything.

Our senses through ignorance of Reality, falsely tell us that what appears to be, is. FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real

One of the effects of fear is to disturb the senses and cause things to appear other than what they are.

Despair kinda smells like burnt hair. Sounds great, but smells lousy. Now fear... fear you can taste! Let's see, fear kinda tastes like... like peaches, peaches covered with fresh bone marrow

There are always two voices sounding in our ears-the voice of fear and the voice of confidence. One is the clamor of the senses the other is the whispering of the higher self.

Life is beautiful because it is a controlled yet chaotic dance of ups and downs where we are blessed with the ability to sense those pains and pleasures equally.

The power of God is with you at all times; through the activities of mind, senses, breathing, and emotions; and is constantly doing all the work using you as a mere instrument.

If I were deaf, I'll hear your laughter through your smile. If I were mute, I'll speak to you through your eyes. If I were blind, I'll see you through your touch. I can live without my senses but life won't make sense without you.

The best things in life are unseen, thats why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry, and dream.

Why do we close our eyes when we pray, cry, kiss, dream? Because the most beautiful things in life are not seen but felt only by heart.

Fiquei a olhá-la, a princípio com esse olhar que não é mais que o porta-voz dos olhos, mas à janela do qual se inclinam todos os sentidos, ansiosos e petrificados, olhar que desejaria tocar, capturar, trazer consigo o corpo que está mirando, e com ele a alma.

Un ser real, por profundamente que simpaticemos con él, le percibimos en gran parte por medio de nuestros sentidos, es decir, sigue opaco para nosotros y ofrece un peso muerto que nuestra sensibilidad no es capaz de levantar. Si le sucede una desgracia, no podemos sentirla más que en una parte mínima de la noción total que de él tenemos, ni tampoco podrá él sentirlo más que en una parte de la noción total que de sí tenga.

seemed to proclaim the unpeopled vacancy of this estranged forest, and helped me to understand how paradoxical it is to seek in reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory, which must inevitably lose the charm that comes to them from memory itself and from their not being apprehended by the senses. The reality that I had known no longer existed.

I looked at her, at first with the sort of gaze that is not merely the messenger of the eyes, but a window at which all the senses lean out, anxious and petrified, a gaze that would like to touch the body it is looking at, capture it, take it away and the soul along with it;

A real human being, however profoundly we sympathize with him, is in large part perceived by our senses, that is to say, remains opaque to us, presents a dead weight which our sensibility cannot lift.

Mas, ai! — pois, para o beijo, tão mal colocados estão as nossas narinas e os nossos olhos como malfeitos os lábios —, eis que de súbito os meus olhos cessaram de ver, e o meu nariz, por sua vez , esmagando-se, não sentiu mais nenhum odor, e, sem conhecer mais , por isso, o gosto do rosa desejado, eu soube, por esses detestáveis sinais, que estava enfim beijando as faces de Albertine.

and helped me better understand what a contradiction it is to search in reality for memory's pictures, which would never have the charm that comes to them from memory itself and from not being perceived by the senses.

Unfortunately, if the eyes are sometimes the organ through which our intelligence is revealed, the nose (to leave out of account the intimate solidarity and the unsuspected repercussion of one feature upon the rest), the nose is generally the organ in which stupidity is most readily displayed.