Quotes About Fragrance

Perfume is my memory, the chronicle of my life. —DB

When the body dies, where will they go, those migrant birds and prayer calls, as heat from sheets when taken from a dryer? With voices of the ones I loved, great loves and small loves, train wheels, crickets, clock-ticks, thunder – where will they, when in fragrant, tumbled heat they also leave?

All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind.... From there it witnessed the first sparrow, early flies lifting their sticky feet, and a green haze on the south-sloping hills. Clouds rose over the mountain....At dusk I took the blanket in, and we slept, restless, under its fragrant weight.

If a girl were asked which part of a plant she would be, would any choose the root? Blindly clutching the dark earth, never seeing sun nor feeling wind? Toiling there to feed the stem and flower with never a thank-you from them? And who would choose to be the thorn? Thorns protect the plant from pluckers, but who gives honor to them? Nay, any girl would choose to be the bud, opening to the sun, fragrant and beautiful, tickled by bees and butterflies, and looked upon with love.

Many perfumes promise to lure men to women. None of them smell of motherhood. None of them proclaim the wearer to be tidy, thrifty, and sensible.

She sipped as she assembled the meal. The smell of garlic was heavenly. She broke the beef apart with a spatula, stirring to make sure it didn't burn.

queda el olor de los muertos cuando nada más queda de ellos—

Sa marche assurée, sa taille souple, ses narines roses et ouvertes, ses grands yeux légère- ment cerclés de bleu, dénotaient une de ces natures ardentes qui répandent autour d'elles un parfum de volupté, comme ces flacons d'Orient qui, si bien fermés qu'ils soient, laissent échapper le par- fum de la liqueur qu'ils renferment.

lovers like rej and lena smile(while looming darkly a kindness of fragrance opens around them)and whisper their joy under entirely the coming quitenotimaginable silenceofsound

Next to any kind of elegance, Claudia loved good clean smells.

Flowers, more fleeting, more ethereal, and more delicate than the plants out of which they emerged, would become like messengers from another realm, like a bridge between the world of physical forms and the formless. They not only had a scent that was delicate and pleasing to humans, but also brought a fragrance from the realm of spirit. Using the word "enlightenment" in a wider sense than the conventionally accepted one, we could look upon flowers as the enlightenment of plants.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented: even the stains of her grief became her as rain-drops do the beaten rose.

Aujourd'hui, je suis fou de mort, partout la mort, et ces roses sur ma table qui me parfument tandis que j'écris, affreusement vivant, ces roses sont des bouts de cadavres qu'on force à faire semblant de vivre trois jours de plus dans de l'eau et les gens achètent ces cadavres de fleurs et les jeunes filles s'en repaissent.

He is the prospector of the air, perpetually searching its strata for olfactory gold.

I recall the wind, the lilacs, the gray, the perfume, the song, and the wind, but I don't recall what the angel said.

Hay, en la espera, un rumor a lila rompiéndose

Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

Algo bello por dentro vivirá para siempre, como la fragancia de una rosa" "Sí amas algo, déjalo en libertad" "Así es como debería ser el amor verdadero, la persona amada debería ser parte de tu alma y deberías saber lo que siente todo el tiempo

The notebook smelled the way old books do, like dust and unrealized potential.

Something like inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.

Oh, when we are journeying through the murky night and the dark woods of affliction and sorrow, it is something to find here and there a spray broken, or a leafy stem bent down with the tread of His foot and the brush of His hand as He passed; and to remember that the path He trod He has hallowed, and thus to find lingering fragrance and hidden strength in the remembrance of Him as " in all points tempted like as we are," bearing grief for us, bearing grief with us, bearing grief like us.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain?

Vous êtes comme les roses du Bengale, Marianne, sans épines et sans parfum.

I do believe that using fragrance is a plus. It's one of our senses and it's be a waste not to use our sense of smell. I also think smell is something that tells a lot about a person.