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Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
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senses
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Margaret Atwood |
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We speak not only to tell other people what we think, but to tell ourselves what we think. Speech is a part of thought.
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cognition
senses
sociality
community
communication
speech
thought
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Oliver Sacks |
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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.
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humor
senses
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Tom Robbins |
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As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.
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humor
senses
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Yann Martel |
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If you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken.
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senses
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Frank Herbert |
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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.
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senses
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Thomas Hardy |
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By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His most valuable tools are his sense and his memory; what happens in his mind is primarily pictures.
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writing
imagination
senses
images
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Wallace Stegner |
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Sensuality is the total mobilization of the senses: an individual observes his partner intently, straining to catch every sound.
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love
senses
sensuality
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Milan Kundera |
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"I warned you; I warned you I was the Senses Taker," sneered the Senses Taker. "I help people find what they're looking for, hear what they're listening for, run after what they're chasing, and smell what isn't even there. And, furthermore," he cackled, hopping around gleefully on his stubby legs, "I'll steal your sense of purpose, take your sense of duty, destroy your sense of proportion -- and, but for one thing, you'd be helpless yet." "What's that?" asked Milo fearfully. "As long as you have the sound of laughter," he groaned unhappily, "I cannot take your sense of humor -- and, with it, you've nothing to fear from me."
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sense-of-purpose
senses
sense-of-humor
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Norton Juster |
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"Fasting from any nourishment, activity, involvement or pursuit--for any season--sets the stage for God to appear. Fasting is not a tool to pry wisdom out of God's hands or to force needed insight about a decision. Fasting is not a tool for gaining discipline or developing piety (whatever that might be). Instead, fasting is the bulimic act of ridding ourselves of our fullness to attune our senses to the mysteries that swirl in and around us."--Dan B. Allender, PhD" --
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senses
mysteries
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Dan B. Allender |
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That innate love of melody, which she had inherited from her ballad-singing mother, gave the simplest music a power which could well-nigh drag her heart out of her bosom at times.
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senses
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Thomas Hardy |
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It is as though we are understanding now what (William) Blake intuited, the senses were, in Eden, spread over the whole being. It might seem, then, that our bodies still live in Eden, but our minds refuse to know it.
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mind
eden
william-blake
senses
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Peter Redgrove |
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Recognizing isn't at all like seeing; the two often don't even agree.
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seeing
senses
recognition
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Sten Nadolny |
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William Blake says the body is 'that portion of soul discerned by the five senses
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five-senses
william-blake
senses
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Marion Woodman |
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Testers for 7-Up consistently found consumers would report more lemon flavor in their product if they added 15% more yellow coloring TO THE PACKAGE.
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packaging
senses
marketing
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Malcolm Gladwell |
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Although this was not a comforting point of view, he did not reject it, because it coincided with one of his basic beliefs: that a man must at all costs keep some part of himself outside and beyond life. If he should ever for an instant cease doubting, accept wholly the truth of what his senses conveyed to him, he would be dislodged from the solid ground to which he clung and swept along with the current, having lost all objective sense, totally involved with existence.
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existence
truth
immersion
morocco
senses
objectivity
subjectivity
outsider
stranger
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Paul Bowles |
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Consciousness is a result of environment. Our cognitions - our idea of reality - are shaped by what we can perceive, by the limitations of our senses.
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reality
senses
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Blake Crouch |
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"Ah, I know," Bridget said. "For sure, you have the sixth sense." Mrs. Glover, wrestling with the plum pudding, snorted her disapproval. She was of the opinion that five senses were too many, let alone adding on another."
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esp
senses
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Kate Atkinson |
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At the fairgrounds we saw them in the parking lot inhaling the effluvium of carnival, the smells of fried dough, caramel and cinnamon, the flap-flapping of tents, a carousel plinking out music-box songs, voluptuous sounds bouncing down tent ropes and along the trampled dust of the midway. Wind-curled handbills staple-gunned to telephone poles, the hum of gas-powered generators and the gyro truck, the lemonade truck, pretzels and popcorn, baked potatoes, the American flag, the rumblings of rides and the disconnected screams of riders -- all of it shimmered before them like a mirage, something not quite real.
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fairs
senses
food
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Anthony Doerr |
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[...] he had examined the world by the light of the intellect alone and had seen a totally different construction from that which the senses see by the light of reason.
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reason
senses
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Angela Carter |
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The old man had been stoking and sipping at his pipe for the last fifteen minutes as they awaited the prisoner. The smoke of his tobacco was the foulest that she, a girl raised in a house with seven brothers and a widowed father, had every been obliged to inhale. It hung in the room as thick as sheepshearing and made arabesques in the harsh slanting light from the window.
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smell
senses
smoke
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Michael Chabon |