Quotes About Fragrance

I'm thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down.

It is extremely difficult to say how long the process actually took to finally achieve my fragrance, Boudoir, because there was a lot of time waiting around for other people.

Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger.

I wanted to create something that would live on forever, beyond my time, and out of that came Cashmere Mist.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose. —Francis Thompson

This rose is not so fragrant as a summer flower, but it has stood through hardships none of them could bear: the cold rain of winter has sufficed to nourish it, and its faint sun to warm it; the bleak winds have not blanched it, or broken its stem, and the keen frost has not blighted it... It is still fresh and blooming as a flower can be, with the cold snow even now on its petals.— Will you have it?

First, there's the rose— the queen of the flowers; she's so beautiful and her fragrance is so intoxicating that it goes to everyone's head, most of all her own. The rose is beautiful, sweet-smelling and elegant, but if things aren't going her way, she shows her thorns. She's like a spoiled child—beautiful, elegant and seemingly nice as can be, but if you touch her or talk to someone else so that she's no longer the center of attention, out come her claws.

The hedge beside him was full of orange hips where the wild roses had been, and darker red clusters of berries from the hawthorns, which had been covered with white blossoms, like snowdrifts in the spring. The perfume was almost too heavy. He

fragrance was the sharpest trigger of memory, a transport into forgotten worlds.

And through the gloom I saw that mortal boy watching me, and I smelled the hot aroma of his flesh.

Lestat was holding me by the shoulders. I could barely stand. In fact, if he had let me go I would have fallen. I couldn't take my eyes off the pink-throated lillies.

After every feeding, I am embraced by him, and blood is drawn from me into him by a thousand infinitesimal wounds, strengthening the image him, and binding to his presence a soft fragrance which Goblin never had before. With each passing month, Goblin becomes stronger and his assaults on me more prolonged.

Carnations, peach and lemon and cherry. Too many people (Europeans, really) consider carnations to be nothing but a vulgar American indulgence, but in my opinion, there is no blossom more intricate, more deliciously, thickly, fragrantly lavish, than a carnation.

The fragrance of religious and spiritual life is much finer and subtler than that of the rose.

A marriage. . .will give a new gladness to the sunshine, a new fragrance to the flowers, a new beauty to the earth, and a new mystery to life.

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I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

I will not exorcise you—I'd miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair

Who works 'mongst roses soon will find Their fragrance budding in his mind.

A rose is sweeter in the bud than full-blown.

You always know when Danny (D'Angelo) is coming. You hear him first (because of the Tic Tacs in his pocket) and then you smell him (because he uses way too much cologne!)

It had been the quintessential autumn night, cool but not yet cold, the air smelling of wood smoke and leaves.

The cracked white cups took pink lights as the sun, already descending, slanted across the cherry; the tree filled the air with its heavy scentlessness.