Though nature is constantly beautiful, she does not exhibit her highest powers of beauty constantly, for then they would satiate us and pall upon our senses. It is necessary to their appreciation that they should be rarely shown. Her finest touches are things which must be watched for; her most perfect passages of beauty are the most evanescent.
Earth you know is round but seems flat. You can't trust your senses.
Our senses are never more awakened to our need for His love than when our need is most exposed.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
With women, my wiring shorts out. My senses respond to the physical and the chemical, the scent and sheen of her. Evil could not possibly reside in the form of this angel. Or could it? Sure, I'm politically incorrect. I admit it; I confess; guilty as charged. I am, Your Honor, the lowest of the species, still wet from the swamp, webbed feet fossilized in the mud. I am a Man!
Whilst part of what we perceive comes through our senses from the object before us, another part (and it may be the larger part) always comes out of our own mind.
In NY sensuality completely turns into sexuality - no objects for the senses to respond to, no beautiful river, houses, people. Awful smells of the street, and dirt. . . Nothing except eating, if that, and the frenzy of the bed.
People, you have six senses! The last one is common! Use it!
People get a lot out of being religious. They have strong senses of community and mutual support. So, what's not to love [there]?
Faith will tell us Christ is present, When our human senses fail.
Imagine yourself in the scene. See what there is to be seen. Listen to the sounds. Touch the world. Smell the air. Taste it. Use all of your senses. Then evoke those experiences for the reader. If you give the audience the flavor, they'll flesh out the moment in their own imaginations.
The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses; but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as the creation of his senses.
The world in which we live is the only world about which our senses can testify.
I'm excited about Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday. It's the feast of a thousand senses, so just eat, eat, eat, eat.
You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.
Control of senses is an important human value.
The first time she kissed me, I truly thought I'd had an aneurysm - my pulse was thundering so loud and my senses were exploding. This, I remember thinking, the only word I could hold on to in a sea of feelings.
Do you qualify to be alive or is the limit of your senses so as to survive?
Architecture is the art of reconciliation between ourselves andthe world, and this mediation takes place through the senses
I cannot attain the intensity that is unfolded before my senses. I have not the magnificent richness of colouring that animates nature.