Quotes About Fragrance

Juega con la flor perfumada, La rama tierna del joven árbol, Y deja mis sentimientos humanos En su propio cauce inquieto.

Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee

Remember and care for me sometimes, and scatter a fragrant flower in this wilderness life of mine by writing me.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell.

He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.

roses and all kinds

There are some nasty bitches out there. If they don't dab the front end, they probably don't wipe the back end. That's women of all colors and races. Guess what? I'm not one. I smell nice at all times.

The sticky buds of the weeping cherry

Nichts weiter als eine Legende, sagst du? Du willst nichts weiter als Fakten? Fakten sind vergänglich, glaube mir das, nur die Legende bleibt, so wie die Seele nach dem Körper oder der Duft einer vorbeigegangenen Frau.

Meditation is listening the song of the inner Soul, seeing the beauty of the inner Self, smelling the fragrance of the inner Spirit, experiencing the touch of the Divine inner energies and tasting the piercing sweetness of the inner God.

I had lost the fragrance of my youth, the belief that tomorrow would be a wonderful day. Now I was contaminated with the truth, and the truth was simple—life was sometimes very predictable and tomorrow was going to be just as dull and uneventful as today.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

Perfume makers know that, owing to genetic differences in how we experience fragrances, about half the people who inhale jasmine will think of honey, and the other half, unfortunately, will think of urine. They're both right.

Life Is, a Rose.

Not every beautiful flower has a beautiful flagrant scent.

She talked about the loveliness of Saigon in the twenties. She talked of the beaches they had found on little islands in the Seychelles, as the dusk gathered in the deep garden shaded by towering oaks, embalmed with the scent of gardenias and crape myrtle.

My friends think it's weird that I spray perfume on my feet.

I smell of sweat. I don't like people smelling of all these weird things. I think deodorant is disgusting.

I'd say, for me, it's cooking that gives me a space beyond music. I love food. And somehow, music and food go together so well. Cooking is very therapeutic. That preparation, the fragrance of spices, the wafting aromas - it just sweeps aside my depression, tiredness and name what you may.

I'm kind of a crazy person about hand sanitizer. I carry the plain ones that smell like aloe, from Target or CVS.

To attract men, I wear a perfume called ``New Car Interior.'

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

It was roses, roses all the way.