Susanna Clarke Quotes

Reason is sight. Instinct is touch. Intuition is smell.

The eye sees more than the heart knows.

What is required is sight and insight- then you might add one more: excite.

Sight is the noblest sense of man.

Because vision appears so effortless, we are like fish challenged to understand water.

We live by information, not by sight.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

I could almost feel him near me, the way you can feel a fire's presence in a cold room.

See with one eye, feel with the other.

Feel the world, instead of trying to understand the world.

When one sense perceives the hidden, the invisible world becomes apparent to the whole.

There’s the feeling, and the right reading - that’s all you really need to know; the right light and the feeling.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks on us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in a way knowing the truth.

There is in the blind as in the seeing an Absolute which gives truth to what we know to be true, order to what is orderly, beauty to the beautiful, touchableness to what is tangible.

It is strange that the tactile sense, which is so infinitely less precious to men than sight, becomes at critical moments our main, if not only, handle to reality.

The eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.

Maybe it's because I'm a designer, but when I am in a state of excitement, everything is so sharp and colorful and amazing, and I can look at blue and I see the yellow in it and the green in it, and the green-blues, the yellow-blues, so.

The truth of a thing is in the feel of it, not in the think of it.

Every man feels that perception gives him an invincible belief of the existence of that which he perceives; and that this belief is not the effect of reasoning, but the immediate consequence of perception. When philosophers have wearied themselves and their readers with their speculations upon this subject, they can neither strengthen this belief, nor weaken it; nor can they shew how it is produced. It puts the philosopher and the peasant upon a level; and neither of them can give any other reason for believing his senses, than that he finds it impossible for him to do otherwise.

We are as much as we see. Faith is sight and knowledge. The hands only serve the eyes.

Though there was no sound, there was a change. The atmosphere, which had gone tense at my accusation, relaxed. I wondered how I knew this. I had a strange sensation that I was somehow receiving more than my five senses were giving me - almost a feeling that there was another sense, on the fringes, not quite harnessed. Intuition? That was almost the right word. As if any creature needed more than five senses.

The visual does seem to me the most thoroughly grasped and recorded among my impressions; sight seems to be my principal sense organ, and "seeing" supplies the key metaphors for reporting the perception.

See without looking, hear without listening, breathe without asking.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.