Quotes About Fragrance

The fragrance of meditation is enlightenment.

Someone smells good, it automatically makes them more attractive.

Here, in the heady bouquet of nature's pantry, your father sniffs mortality.

He still smelled of limes. It made saliva come into her mouth. It made her feel that before she had been sleepy, and now she was awake.

The scent of the tree's flowers can stop conversation. Rohan knows no purer source of melancholy.

He made stew that not only tasted wonderful , but smelled good enough to raise the dead .

I have learned that in every circumstance that comes my way, I can choose to respond in one of two ways: I can whine or I can worship! And I can't worship without giving thanks. It just isn't possible. When we choose the pathway of worship and giving thanks, especially in the midst of difficult circumstances, there is a fragrance, a radiance, that issues forth out of our lives to bless the Lord and others.

tree in bloom, a white farmhouse—potted basil in the kitchen

I thought I could smell the sorcery in him, a sharp pungent mix of cinnamon and pepper and resin of pine, and deep below it burning woodsmoke.

A könyvekben, amelyek közt nevelkedtem, láthatatlan, titkos barátokra leltem; s bár lapjaik rég elporladtak már, az illatukat azóta is Å'rzi kezem.

Criei-me entre livros,fazendo amigos invisíveis em páginas que se desfaziam em pó e cujo cheiro ainda conservo nas mãos.

Scent of jasmine and tears

You're like a rose blooming in an untended garden.

No scent is more sensual or more memorable to me than musk.

Jasmine - it brings back memories of India with my parents.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

Her face too was fresh in colour, but it was of a totally different quality - soft and evanescent, like the light under a heap of rose-petals.

Graham had stared through the bars for about five seconds when Lecter opened his eyes and said, "That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court." "I keep getting it for Christmas.

The room smelled of wood smoke and rosemary. Silver candelabra

The room smelled of wood smoke and rosemary. Silver candelabra, buried in the garden during the war

Marusja of the ready laugh, the orange-scented handkerchief, the bosom fair to outward eye.

Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caught in the tangles of that yellow hair.

The smell of leaves and wet black earth mingled with the sharp smell of the sea.

En cuanto a las rosas, daba la sensación de que sabían muy bien que eran las únicas flores capaces de impresionar a los invitados; son las únicas flores que todos conocen. Cientos, sí, literalmente cientos se habían abierto durante la noche; los verdes rosales se doblegaban bajo su peso como si los hubiesen visitado unos arcángeles.