Ted Williams Quotes

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.

I was fascinated with optical illusions.

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right to your stomach. Mary's house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace. For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.

What the human eye sees is an illusion of what is real. The black and white image transforms illusions into another reality.

No coffee is ever quite as good as it smells.

In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved

Seeing is a gift that comes with practice.

I like chocolate. I don’t eat it, but I like the smell of it. People can drink with their eyes; I can eat with my nose. I would love to have a perfume based on chocolate.

Fragrances fill the senses with the mysterious.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

We humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.

And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

You're right. Everyone in this room with a pulse is starting to smell really good. Okay. Back in the box, better safe than sorry.

Sight is by much the noblest of the senses. We receive our notices from the other four, through the organs of sensation only. We hear, we feel, we smell, we taste, by touch. But sight rises infinitely higher. It is refined above matter, and equals the faculty of spirit.

I open my eyes and my ears, and that’s why I work.

And once he had seen this, he could never again see it otherwise, just as we cannot reconstruct an illusion once it has been explained.

I knew I was in England by the smell.

No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.

Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious.

If you look at anything long enough, say just that wall in front of you - it will come out of that wall.

Her father had taught her about hands. About a dog's paws. Whenever her father was alone with a dog in a house he would lean over and smell the skin at the base of its paw. This, he would say, as if coming away from a brandy snifter, is the greatest smell in the world! A bouquet! Great rumours of travel! She would pretend disgust, but the dog's paw was a wonder: the smell of it never suggested dirt. It's a cathedral! her father had said, so-and-so's garden, that field of grasses, a walk through cyclamen--a concentration of hints of all the paths the animal had taken during the day.

A good smell puts me in a great mood and even inspires my creativity.

I know,I can smell it, too.

The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.