“And all the world is football-shaped It's just for me to kick in space And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste And I've got one, two, three, four, five Senses working overtime Trying to take this all in I've got one, two, three, four, five Senses working overtime Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime.” WorldTryingI CanTwoPainThreeDifferencesChurchSpacePleasureFiveFourFootballTasteSmellSensesKicksBellsLemonsFive SensesLimesChimesTweensChurch Bells Author:Andy Partridge
“It's not about doing over the living room of someone who has bad taste in color. This is about restoring historic buildings and instilling pride in a community, which can be done through designing new public spaces and social gathering spots.” DoneArtistSocialCommunitySpaceRoomsDesignBuildingColorPrideTasteSpotsGatheringHistoricLiving RoomRestoringBad Taste Author:Genevieve Gorder
“Dot Hacker, to me, sounds like a collection of all my tastes. I hear four people trying to fill up as much space as they can.” PeopleTryingSoundSpaceFourTasteCollectionsDotsHackers Author:Josh Klinghoffer
“Profound meditation in solitude and silence frequently exalts the mind above its natural tone, fires the imagination, produces the most refined and sublime conceptions. The soul then tastes the purest and most refined delight, and almost loses the idea of existence in the intellectual pleasure it receives. The mind on every motion darts through space into eternity; and raised, in its free enjoyment of its powers by its own enthusiasm, strengthens itself in the habitude of contemplating the noblest subjects, and of adopting the most heroic pursuits.” MindIdeasSoulLosesImaginationNaturalSpacePleasureExistenceSilenceFireMeditationSubjectsProduceTasteSolitudeIntellectualEternityProfoundRaisedDelightPursuitEnthusiasmToneEnjoymentConceptionHeroicContemplatingSublimeRefinedAdoptingDarts Author:Johann Georg Ritter von Zimmermann
“And yet I do love a kind of light, melody, fragrance, food, embracement when I love my God; for He is the light, the melody, the fragrance, the food, the embracement of my inner self - there where is a brillance that space cannot contain, a sound that time cannot carry away, a perfume that no breeze disperses, a taste undimisnished by eating, a clinging together that no saiety will sunder. This is what I love when I love my God.” KindSelfLightTogetherSoundSpaceTasteEatingMelodyPerfumeBreezeFragranceInner SelfClinging Author:Saint Augustine
“Bill Sofield has the ability to understand the architecture of a space and how to utilize it in the most beautiful way. He can create completely different styles for his clients based on who they are and what their taste is. Our efforts have always been collaborative, and I value what he brings to the table architecturally and aesthetically.” WayDifferentBeautifulValuesAbilitySpaceEffortStyleTasteTablesBillsArchitectureClientsDifferent Styles Author:Tom Ford
“With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.” WorldMayMomentsSpaceForeverMinesWallTasteWindowLet MeSpreadFancyCheeksPullingLiftingWindow Panes Book:Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)
“I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.” SpaceRoomsTasteScience FictionIndividualityPacksDinosaursSpace TravelGorillasSideshows Author:Ray Bradbury
“When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty clothes of everyday, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them, and there I taste the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexation, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death; I pass indeed into their world.” WorldHomeActionRememberHumanityAsksSpeakBornHoursSpaceForgetPovertyStudyFourMinesReturnTasteClothesDressesCourtEveningMotivePalacesThresholdRobesAntiquesMuddyVexationForget The World Author:Niccolo Machiavelli
“You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.” IfsWayFeelsHeartChildrenArtMadeSoulTogetherSpeakSimpleSpaceForeverFireDyingTastePraiseCookingMiserableAdmirationAshesApesScrapStewHeart To HeartSimple Ways Author:Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“In actual fact. The manifold sexualities - those which appear with the different ages (sexualities of the infant or the child), those which become fixated on particular tastes or practices (the sexuality of the invert, the gerontophile, the fetishist), those which, in a diffuse manner, invest relationships (the sexuality of doctor and patient, teacher and student, psychiatrist and mental patient), those which haunt spaces (the sexuality of the home, the school, the prison)- all form the correlate of exact procedures of power.” ChildrenDifferentFactsHomeAgeSchoolFormSpacePracticeTeacherStudentsParticularTasteDoctorsPrisonPatientSexualityInfantProceduresPsychiatristManifoldTeacher And StudentDoctors And PatientsDifferent AgesInvert Book:The History of Sexuality: An Introduction Source: The History of Sexuality: An Introduction
“I tensed, waiting for the fury - both his and mine - but it was only quiet and calm in the darkness of his room. I could almost taste the sweetness of reunion in the air, a separate fragrance from the perfume of his breath; the emptiness when we were apart left its own bitter aftertaste, something I didn't consciously notice until it was removed. There was no friction in the space between us. The stillness was peaceful - not like the calm before the tempest, but like a clear night untouched by even the dream of a storm.” DreamNightLeftWaitingSpaceRoomsDarknessClearAirMinesTasteQuietBreathsCalmStormBitterPeacefulEmptinessStillnessSweetnessPerfumeFragranceFuryReunionTempestSpace BetweenFriction Book:Eclipse Source: Eclipse