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To perceive emptiness is to perceive raw sensory data without doing what we're naturally inclined to do: build a theory about what is at the heart of the data and then encapsulate that theory in a sense of essence.
— Robert Wright
As I turned the pages, I felt as if there were bees on my fingertips, for I had never felt so alive as when reading.
— Alice Hoffman
In Massachusetts everything had a faint green aroma, a combination of cucumber, wisteria, dogwood, and peppermint.
— Alice Hoffman
The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
— Anonymous
If you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken.
— Frank Herbert
Black is a blind remembering, she thought. You listen for pack sounds, for the cries of those who hunted your ancestors in a past so ancient only your most primitive cells remember. The ears see. The nostrils see.
— Frank Herbert
If you've ever been there, you've never forgotten. The feeling is as haunting and familiar as the smell of a junior high school locker room.
— Frank Peretti
I can no more think of my own life without thinking of wine and wines and where they grew for me and why I drank them when I did and why I picked the grapes and where I opened the oldest procurable bottles, and all that, than I can remember living before I breathed.
— MFK Fisher
the joy and love were so tangible that Meg felt that if she only knew where to reach she could touch it with her bare hands.
— Madeleine L'Engle
Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!
— Dante Alighieri
The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.
— Edith Wharton
He took [the book] up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffably tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions.
— Edith Wharton