#senses

A work of art is a world in itself reflecting senses and emotions of the artist's world. ↗

— Hans Hofmann

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Our senses are indeed our doors and windows on this world, in a very real sense the key to the unlocking of meaning and the wellspring of creativity. ↗

— Jean Houston

#doors #indeed #key #meaning #our

All of science to me, everything that we have learned, is important to the extent that it brings us to our senses. ↗

— Ann Druyan

#everything #extent #important #learned #me

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#senses #language

There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#caress #emptiness #empty #exist #fire

Are You Ready for New Urban Fragrances? Yeah, I guess I'm ready, but listen: Perfume is a disguise. Since the middle ages, we have worn masks of fruit and flowers in order to conceal from ourselves the meaty essence of our humanity. We appreciate the sexual attractant of the rose, the ripeness of the orange, more than we honor our own ripe carnality. Now today we want to perfume our cities, as well; to replace their stinging fumes of disturbed fossils' sleep with the scent of gardens and orchards. Yet, humans are not bees any more than they are blossoms. If we must pull an olfactory hood over our urban environment, let it be of a different nature. I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under the pressure of my step, I want the streets to emit the precise odor of a diamond necklace. I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve. I want to carry luggage that reeks of the neurons in Einstein's brain. I want a city's gases to smell like the golden belly hairs of the gods. And when I gaze at a televised picture of the moon, I want to detect, from a distance of 239,000 miles, the aroma of fresh mozzarella. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#humor #senses #age

As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound. ↗

— Yann Martel

#humor #senses #humor

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. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#senses #men

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#senses #dreams

The strong man is the one who is able to intercept at will the communication between the senses and the mind. ↗

— Napoleon Bonaparte

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