Quotes from Patrick Süskind

A babe whose feet smell of fresh butter, of bodily smells of pancakes and milky goodness and "where the hair makes a cowlick" smells like caramel, so sweet.

The odour of humans is always a fleshy odour — that is, a sinful odour.

He preferred not to meddle with such problems, they were too discomfiting for him and would only land him in the most agonizing insecurity and disquiet, whereas to make use of one's reason one truly needed both security and quiet.

Ä°nsan bu konuda ne kadar çok ÅŸey bilirse, geçerli tek bir söz bile söyleyebilmesi de o ölçüde zorla??yor.

Ben ne isem onun tam kar??t?n? içeren bir kad?na ihtiyac?m var.

El sueño habría puesto en peligro el espíritu del éxito

God stank. God was a poor little stinker.

Quizá faltan unas gotas de limón pensó, pero esto ya era casi frívola glotonería, porque cuando bebía después de cada bocado un pequeño sorbo de vino tinto de la botella y se lo paseaba por la lengua y entre los dientes, el regusto algo metálico del pescado se mezclaba con el fuerte y ácido perfume del vino de un modo tan convincente, que Jonathan estaba seguro de no haber comido en toda su vida mejor que ahora, en este momento.

Until now he had thought that it was the world in general that he wanted to squirm away from. But it was not the world, it was the people in it. You could live, so it seemed, in this world, in this world devoid of humanity.

Hay en el perfume una fuerza de persuasión más fuerte que las palabras, el destello de las miradas, los sentimientos y la voluntad. La fuerza de persuasión del perfume no se puede contrarrestar, nos invade como el aire invade nuestros pulmones, nos llena, nos satura, no existe ningún remedio contra ella

How awful, that an honest man should feel compelled to travel such crooked paths! How awful, that the most precious thing a man possesses, his own honor, should be sullied by such shabby dealings!

Palpitava-lhe a extraordinária sensação de que esse aroma seria a chave para ordenar todos os aromas, que não entenderia nada de aromas se não se tivesse entendido esse; e ele Grenoiulle teria desperdiçado a vida se não conseguisse pegá-lo. Precisava tê-lo, não pela mera posse, mas para sossego do seu coração.

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else.

la actividad creadora se desarrollaba únicamente en su interior y no podía ser percibida por nadie más que por él mismo.

E poi? Che cosa avrebbe fatto poi? Non lo sapeva. Forse avrebbe ripreso la sua solita vita, forse si sarebbe sposato, forse avrebbe generato un figlio, forse non avrebbe fatto nulla, forse sarebbe morto. Gli era del tutto indifferente. Pensarci gli sembrava assurdo come pensare a quello che avrebbe fatto dopo la propria morte: naturalmente nulla. Nulla che già fin d'ora potesse sapere.

Ka një fuqi bindëse aroma, e cila është më e madhe sesa fjalët, sesa pamja e jashtme, sesa ndjenja e dëshira. Fuqia bindëse e aromës nuk kundërshtohet dot, ajo futet brenda nesh ashtu si ajri në mushkëritë tona; ajo na mbush, na ngop plotësisht; kundër saj nuk ekziston asnjë mjet.

No era él quien perseguia la fragancia, sino la fragancia la que le había hecho prisionero y ahora le atraía irrevocablemente hacia sí.

Kad šis dusnus žmoni? tvaikulys aštuoniolika met? sl?g? j? lyg prieš audr? pritvink?s oras, Grenujui paaišk?jo tik dabar, kai prad?jo pamažu iš jo trauktis. Iki šiol jis man?, kad visas pasaulis toks ir kad reikia apskritai jo šalintis. Dabar jam atrod?, kad su pasauliu, pasauliu be žmoni?, visai ?manoma sugyventi.

but you can't live, live with it either, never, no human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitome of chaos and anarchy

What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love.

For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape scent.

The result was that the scheduled execution of one of the most abominable criminals of the age degenerated into the largest orgy the world had ever seen.

Es war aber nicht die Welt, es waren die Menschen. Mit der Welt, so schien es, der menschenleeren Welt, ließ es sich leben.

The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth, its maturity, and its old age. And only if it gives off a scent equally pleasant at all three different stages of its life, can it be called successful