Quotes About Fragrance

She wore life as a rose in her bosom.

Her clothing smelled of her anxious unwashed female body.

Learn to radiate joy, not stingily, not meanly, but generously. Fling out your gladness without reserve. Shed it in the home, on the street, on the car, in the store, everywhere, as the rose sheds its beauty and gives out its fragrance.

You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play. I tell you Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.

A rich smell of woodsmoke hung over the road.

Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.

I don't want the corpses of flowers about me.

china plates she was carrying.

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

Your breath falls around me like dew

She is the only rose that doesn't smell of plastic

The house smelled of vitamins.

Perhaps my favorite quote on forgiveness is from Mark Twain: "Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds, on the heel that has crushed it.

Mark Twain: "Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds, on the heel that has crushed it." Indeed

Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds, on the heel that has crushed it.

Personality is to a man what perfume is to a flower.

I fall in love with any girl who smells of library paste.

As if I were an incense stick incrementally burning off, first into smoke, and then becoming a part of the room.

I set my toothbrush down, then leaned into the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I could feel myself disintegrating inside myself like a past-bloom flower in the wind. Every time I moved a muscle, another petal of me blew away. Please, I thought. Please.O

Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.

...spring-time, when that soft air is breathing over the blossoms and new-born verdure...

...the sweet wildflower breath of spring...

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal, — that is your success.