Happy Monday Quotes #31: The Senses

Once again, I’ve been off this “Happy Monday Quotes” sauce for a while, but I’m back on the wagon!


Today is unusually warm and beautiful, and on my trip back from Brooklyn to my home office computer this morning, I was taking in all the sensory treats (and occasional total madness) of NYC as it once again prepares for the another summer season. The joys of mid-spring, when hints of summer smells, tastes, sights and sounds abound and pique our excitement had me thinking about how much our senses play a part in experiencing the world. I am definitely guilty of not paying attention to how much energy there is in this city, especially in May, once we truly start shedding winter layers and getting even more twitterpated.


Today, I felt unusually joyful about living here — in a city that feeds me a steady diet of intriguing vibrations — so some quotes about “the senses” seem like an appropriate celebration of the delightful now!


“Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them. Our own noise blots out the sounds and silences of the outdoor world; and talking leads almost inevitably to smoking, and then farewell to nature as far as one of our senses is concerned. The only friend to walk with is one who so exactly shares your taste for each mood of the countryside that a glance, a halt, or at most a nudge, is enough to assure us that the pleasure is shared.” — C.S. Lewis (from Surprised by Joy)


“Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald (from Tender is the Night)


“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 (from Tess of the d’Urbervilles)


“I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember, in the winter of our first experiments, just seven years ago, looking on snow with new eyes. There the snow lay around my doorstep — great heaps of protons quietly precessing in the earth’s magnetic field. To see the world for a moment as something rich and strange is the private reward of many a discovery.” — Edward M. Purcell

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