Quotes from Jan Moran

kleptomaniac

Deep within the stench of despair blooms the perfume of hope. —DB

Thank goodness for sisters.

The gardener coaxes seeds from the earth, lavishing attention on their every fragile leaf, their magnificent blossoms. How fragile, how fleeting—this beauty, this love. Only the perfumer can capture, extend nature's response. Oh, that we could grasp real love so. —DB

Eleanor Roosevelt once said, 'Do one thing every day that scares you.' From now on, that's what we have to do.

The stately tuberose is reluctant to share its effusive scent, yielding only to enfleurage- petals pressed into fat between glass, rinsed in alcohol. The carnal charisma of tuberose, one of the perfumer's most expensive essential oils, heightens the white floral bouquet, lifting it up on angels' wings. -DB

Art was a reflection of the artist's soul and the world around them. To paint was to create impressions that brought joy or shed light on humankind's shared journey.

People sometimes made mistakes when they felt overburdened. Maybe they drank too much, slept with the wrong person, yelled at loved ones. Or screamed at people on social media. A fan of cool sea spray misted her face, and she realized that mistakes were all part of being human. Jeremy hadn't been a saint, any more than she was. If she'd had better relationship skills, she might have diffused Sunny's anger and

In her new life ahead, she wanted moments to savor, opportunities to share, and friends to enjoy.

When I go back to my hometown, it's grown so much that I get lost. I never needed a map when I lived there, but now I couldn't get around without GPS.

Marcel Proust wrote in Time Regained: "An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase filled with perfumes, sounds, projects, and climates." Every hour my nose is filled with nature's fresh perfume. —DB

The scents of chocolate and other rich ingredients filled the air. Vanilla, sugar... raspberry, apricots... almonds, pistachios, pecans... cinnamon, nutmeg, cardamom, cayenne. Celina breathed in. She loved the aromas of her artistry.

ginger flowers

This is called the Three Muses," Barbara said, pride evident in her voice. "One of my favorites, it was installed in 1913. The goddesses represent History, Science, and Art. The sculpture was created by Julia Bracken Wendt

CHIEF CLARKSON, MEET Ivy Marin.

Forty-five might seem old to you now, but I promise you it isn't. I'm not yet half as old as my grandmother was when she passed away. I hope I still have a lot of living to do.

denigrating

A perfume is a symphony, the sum of the parts, where the whole is far greater than the individual. And yet, excellence stems from individual effort. The artist intuitively understands this circular relationship, and therefore selects only the best ingredients. —DB

Try to remember only the good now. The rest of it no longer serves you.

Marie chose a parfum and touched her neck with its crystal stopper, trailing it along the length of her neck. She breathed in one of Danielle's finest aldehydic parfums blended of Bulgarian rose and jasmine absolute. It was a masterpiece, with a mysterious, warm sillage of amber and vanilla, extracted from the seed pods of a vining orchid. The result was modern, stylish, and sensual- Danielle's aromatic hallmark.

After a long day, he cleaned up and met her almost every day after work to take her out for supper at an Italian restaurant in North Beach or a restaurant at the docks to get fresh-caught seafood. They feasted on crab sautéed in garlic and olive oil, hot clam chowder and fresh sourdough bread, and raw oysters shucked right off the boats at the pier.

You might not know when it's wrong, but you sure know when it's right.

Love is seldom what you expect

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