Quotes About Fragrance

One day I saw a flower and began to contemplate its fragrance and beauty. As I thought more deeply, I recognized the creator of such wonders- not with my mortal eyes but with my spiritual eyes. This filled my heart with joy, but my joy was still greater when I recognized that same creator at work within my own soul. How wonderful is God, separate from creation yet ever filling it with his glorious presence.

todos los cuerpos, aun los que se enlazan en un abrazo inaplazable, exhalan un efluvio de morgue...una violenta salpicadura de pus

In pale moonlight the wisteria's scent comes from far away

seconds, a fresh pot perked on the

As far and wide the vernal breeze Sweet odours waft from blooming trees, So, too, the grateful savour spreads To distant lands of virtuous deeds.

gathering flowers so very delicate a girl

And with precious and royal perfume you anointed yourself.

Goatherd a rose longing sweat

your sweet apple grove, altars smoking with frankincense

Books are heavy and dirty and messy and have strong smells and leave your skin dry and dusty.

My mom's part of the bed smells like cinnamon rolls. My dad's part smells like pinecones. Right in the middle it's all mixed up perfectly—

The air smelled like a mélange of everyone's perfume and hair products, with a slight undertone of booze.

I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day – the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with the lightness of fresh blossoms doused in the downpour. I thought of each little bottle as the essence of a happy day or a sad one. I mixed the scent of a lonely moment – sandalwood and bergamot lingering over a rich, peppery base.

Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, That my songs do not show me at all? For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire, I am an answer, they are only a call

On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars, In a wood too deep for a single star to look through, You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness, But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I knew. I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance, I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet; I heard your voice, you said, 'Look down, see the glow-worm!' It was there before me, a small star white at my feet.

Each fragrance bottle and name captured a moment in time perfectly.

Perfume acts as an anesthetic. By the time she floats a little your way, you'll promise her anything.

rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed conviction there ought to be another way of saying this.

Fragrance takes you on a journey of time. You can walk down the street and pass someone and get taken back 20 years. It's very Proustian that way.

Je l'ai embrassée dans ses petites rides, sur ses paupières fanées et le long de son front, au bord de ses cheveux, là où elle ne sait pas qu'existe l'odeur d'une fleur.

That wind! ...it called to mind the small, scarce, stemmy flowers that she and Edmund would walk half a day to pick, though in another day they would all be wilted. Sometimes Edmund would carry buckets and a trowel, and lift them earth and all, and bring them home to plant, and they would die. They were rare things, and grew out of ants' nests and bear dung and the flesh of perished animals.

The sun was brightly mild. There was the crisp sound of maple leaves just ripe enough to fall, and leather oak leaves that would cling until a wind took them, and the smell from the fields of all the life that had burned through all those crops until it spent itself down like a fire. It was almost the smell of smoke.

He was in extremis. He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful.