Quotes About Fragrance

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

The aroma of kaf," Turak said, "is almost as enjoyable as the flavor.

A light breeze caught the scent of roses and ruffled tall calma bushes with their big red or white blossoms.

I love to smell flowers in the dark, she said. You get hold of their soul then.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

You are the only person who loves me in the world, said Elizabeth. When you talk to me I smell violets.

The Avenue, so called by the Newbridge people, was a stretch of road four or five hundred yards long, completely arched over with huge, wide-spreading apple-trees, planted years ago by an eccentric old farmer. Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom. Below the boughs the air was full of a purple twilight and far ahead a glimpse of painted sunset sky shone like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle.

It is a pity to gather wood-flowers. They lose half their witchery away from the green and the flicker. The way to enjoy wood-flowers is to track them down to their remote haunts—gloat over them—and then leave them with backward glances, taking with us only the beguiling memory of their grace and fragrance.

There's nothing that sweetens the breath like a cedar toothpick, unless it's mint. And mint don't grow in these parts.

You could have sniffed once or twice," Karla said. "It said in an article I read that the smell of women's undergarments is very exciting to most men.

Wilder wrote, 'The roses scented the wind, and along the road the fresh blossoms, with their new petals and golden centers, looked up like little faces.

I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly. "Something wrong?" "Nice aftershave," I said. No need to confess that I'd had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing. The

We carried cut hay from the heart of the rick, packed tight as tobacco flake, with grass and wild flowers juicily fossilized within – a whole summer embalmed in our arms.

Night odours come drifting from woods and gardens; sweet musks and sharp green acids. In the sky the fat stars bounce up and down, rhythmically, as we trudge along. Glow-worms, brighter than lamps or candles, spike the fields with their lemon fires, while huge horned beetles stumble out of the dark and buzz blindly around our heads.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.

Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.

Smile carry your magical fragrance and vibrations which sooth the surroundings where you go.

Du kannst dir nicht vorstellen, wie sehr ich ringe um ein Quäntchen Schreiben, um einen Hauch Ich, nein, kannst Du nicht, auch wenn Du vieles kannst, das wird Dir nicht gelingen- doch nachts die Nase an mein duftendes, winziges neues Söhnchen zu halten und so einzuschlafen, wer will das ersetzen?

There again is memory at my doorstep -- jasmine crushed under departing feet. The moon extinguishes its silver pain on the window.

I looked at this man. He was in his fifites, mostly bones inside hisblack suit, and gave off an odour, if you were as close up to him as I was, of a long-closed keyboard opened suddenly in an empty house. (73)

Flowers make themselves fragrant and offer nectar. Why? To nourish the bees or to get themselves pollinated? Or both? In nature, to get you have to give. There is no charity. There is no exploitation, neither selfishness nor selflessness. One grows by helping others grow. Is that not the perfect society?

She could smell the sea in the air, but more than that, she could smell the scent of the grass as it awoke from its winter slumber. She could hear the sound of crickets as they sang to the emerging stars. It was springtime on the North Island. It was springtime for the world.