Quotes About Fragrance

Collige Virgo Rosas

every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!

Even if fall she must, it was to lie on the earth and moulder sweetly into the roots of violets.

You were given a sharp, acute, uncomfortable grain..; yet in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would flower out, open, shed its scent, let you touch, taste, look about you, get the whole feel of it and understanding, after years of lying lost.

and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!

Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.

the awfulness of love and violets

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She was all rose and honey.

Her love was of the lily variety

But no, he had to smell as good as he tasted, earthy and natural, like sex in the woods. He'd make a fantastic air freshener for some guy's man cave. Ione, Larissa (2014-12-16). Revenant (Demonica) (p. 71). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Fragrant, dreaming, unreal, and having to do, terribly, with love.

Inside the valley, the fragrance of orchids still hung in the air, although they were no longer in bloom. A patch of star-scattered sky lent a bluey sheen to the dark of the grassy space.

She smelled like fresh air and mint shampoo.

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.

I know someone who believes that Hugo Boss scents constitute proof that God does not exist.

He was consious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares, long, long, forgotten.

The burst with which the carriage started out of the village and up the rise beyond, was soon checked by the steepness of the hill. Gradually, it subsided to a foot pace, swinging and lumbering upward among the many sweet scents of a summer night.

A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives roses.

Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.

There is a sweetness of May verging on June that no other time in the whole year can equal. And by sweetness is meant more than flower fragrance or honey taste; this is the greater sweetness of understanding and emotion, the glow of pleasure in being.

What a benediction is this fragrance of the early morning! The vernal grass fills the whole atmosphere as with a shower of sweetness.

I yearn to fall asleep to the rose-scented burning-pink smoke and dreamy aromas of soul-poetry, so that I wake to a poem-tinted dawn and morning's sweet fragrance lays out my new day's path in flowers of purpose and joy.

My favorite season is pumpkin spice.