Quotes About Fragrance

There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos.

ELAINE: Jerry, it's B.O. JERRY: But the whole car smells. ELAINE: So? JERRY: So when somebody has B.O., the "O" usually stays with the "B." Once the "B" leaves, the "O" goes with it.

But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession, and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere. (2 Cor. 2:14)

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Oprost je miris koji ljubi?ica ostavi na stopalu koje ju je zdrobilo.

El perdón es la fragancia que la violeta suelta cuando se levanta el zapato que la aplastó.

The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.

The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying onto the floor like powder.

The smell of flowers was overwhelming. They were all imported, some presumably from vast distances. Arkady saw orchids, chrysanthemums, hydrangeas, roses, and tuberoses, splashes of color against winter's gray.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.

In their wake the bite of incense lingered in the sultry air.

Her whisper smelled like cranberry juice and vodka.

The poet Hesiod says of Eurynome, in a fragment from the eighth century BC: "A marvelous scent rose from her silvern raiment as she moved, and beauty was wafted from her eyes." No one has ever said anything as wonderful as that about me.

As far as what I do love, I love birds; I love lavender.

I equate peonies with love because they're the first blooms of summer.

My love life is like a piece of Swiss cheese; most of it's missing, and what's there stinks.

I love spring flowers: daffodils and hyacinths are the ultimate flower for me. They are the essence of spring.

Make me a fragrance that smells like love

A primavera chegou durante a noite, como se o inverno fosse um hóspede indesejado que de repente resolveu vestir seu casaco e desaparecer sem se despedir. Tudo ficou mais verde, as ruas foram banhadas por um sol fraco, o ar agora perfumado. O dia tinha sinais florais e acolhedores, com trinados primaveris como fundo musical. Jojo Moyes - Como eu era antes de você

Every saint in heaven is as a flower in that garden of God, and holy love is the fragrance and sweet odor that they all send forth, and with which they fill the bowers of that paradise above. Every soul there, is as a note in some concert of delightful music, that sweetly harmonizes with every other note, and all together blend in the most rapturous strains in praising God and the Lamb forever.

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.

The air rippled with synthetic pleasure and the taste of vanilla.