Quotes & Sayings About Synaesthesia

Indeed, bull markets are fueled by successive waves of prior skeptics finally capitulating as their fears fade. Eventually, fear turns to euphoria, and that's the stuff of bubbles. — Kenneth Fisher

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died. — Megan Hart

I've always thought you have to live life looking forwards, not backwards. I've had no interest at all in who my ancestors are. — Jeremy Paxman

The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem. — Megan Hart

A Black, E white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels,
Someday I shall tell of your mysterious births:
A, black velvety corset of dazzling flies
Buzzing around cruel smells,
Gulfs of shadow; E, white innocence of vapors and of tents,
Spears of proud glaciers, white kings, shivers of Queen Anne's lace;
I, purples, spitting blood, smile of beautiful lips
In anger or in drunken penitence;
U, waves, divine shudderings of green seas,
The calm of pastures dotted with animals, the peace of furrows
Which alchemy prints on wide, studious foreheads;
O, sublime Bugle full of strange piercing sound,
Silences crossed by Worlds and by Angels;
- O the Omega, the violet ray of her Eyes! — Arthur Rimbaud

Dreams come true all the time, just not for the dreamers — Eoin Colfer

It was a pink sort of smell- a smell that seemed to get bigger as you smelled it and then burst, just like the popping of a bubble — Alexander McCall Smith

I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..
... On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden ... — Fernando Pessoa

INTO HER DARKNESS, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. She was unconscious, and he was barred from her dreams. — William Gibson

Let go of feelings of guilt and the need to justify your actions. — Vadim Zeland

As we forgo our urge to wrestle with past events and their painful effects, we experience the rolling back of suffering. In its stead, we find ourselves within the supernatural peace that transcends all understanding. Through our submission to His will, and by acknowledging His ways to be so much higher than our own, our tragedy becomes bearable. He had a plan, and it included the circumstances of our heartache even before He knit us together. At all times, our need for understanding must side step when faith decides to take the lead. — Cheryl Zelenka

When everything falls apart, only one thing sustains our hope: God loves us, he loves everyone! — Pope Francis

I dreamily and digestively drowse. I have time, between synaesthesias. And it's extraordinary to think that, if I were asked right now what I want for this short life, I could think nothing better than these long slow minutes, this absence of thought and emotion, of action and almost o sensation itself, this inner sunset of dissipated desire. And then it occurs to me, almost without thinking, that most if not all people live like this, with greater or lesser consciousness, moving forward or standing still, but still with the very same indifference towards ultimate aims, the same renunciation of their personal goals, the same watered-down life. — Fernando Pessoa

Warlock: Four thousand and fifty-three metric tons of inert rock, metal and organic matter, frozen solid.
Quasar: Frozen in what?
Drax: Time.
Quasar: "Time", Drax?
Drax: Uh-huh. Old, old frozen time.
Quasar: Right. And that tastes like what?
Drax: Regret. — Dan Abnett

synaesthesia - the condition where two or more senses are connected, for example when numbers are seen in colour and every series of numbers forms an image in the mind. — David Lagercrantz

The feeling of pain resembles the anguished, troubled height of convulsions, and suffering-the long and the slow kind-has the intimate yellow which colours the vague bliss of profoundly felt convalescence. — Fernando Pessoa

The sunset of all emotions, myself yellowing, subdued to grey sadness in my external self-awareness — Pessoa

The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Man is not to direct or to be directed anymore than a tree or a cloud or a stone

Man is not to rule or be ruled anymore than a faith or a truth or a love

Man is not to doubt or to be doubted anymore than a wave or a seed or a fire

There is no problem in living which life hasn't answered to its own need

And we cannot direct, rule, or doubt what is beyond our highest ability to understand we can only be humble before it we can only worship ourselves because we are a part of it

The eye in the leaf is watching out of our fingers
The ear in the stone is listening through our voices
The thought of the wave is thinking in our dreams
The faith of the seed is building with our deaths — Kenneth Patchen

It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant. — Patrick Rothfuss

Don't miss your life. — Valerie Harper

My feeling is that if all Catholics or Reformed Christians had been deported to Germany, the Dutch government in London would have instructed the population in the occupied Netherlands to help them. — Els Borst

There is a missionary spirit - a spirit which urges us to live outside ourselves and to be concerned for the welfare of others. — Carlos E. Asay