Quotes About Fragrance

The flowers of the past are dead — but their wilted beauty and potpourri aroma enrich the present with memories.

Why does the orange blossom kiss the breeze? Because the breeze first kisses the orange blossom.

Criminal Minds, All You Can Eat: "Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."

Perfume: any smell that is used to drown out a worse one.

Flowers are fragrant metaphors— Happy colors sing "Carpe diem!" Wilting whispers "Memento mori."

if I could have caught up from the earth, the whole of the flowers of the earth, if once I could have breathed into myself the very golden crocuses and the red, and the very golden hearts of the first saffron, the whole of the golden mass, the whole of the great fragrance, I could have dared the loss. — H.D., from "Eurydice," Collected Poems 1912-1944 (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1982)

Presently the small of coffee began to fill the room. This was morning's hallowed moment. In such a fragrance the perversity of the world is forgotten, and the soul is inspired with faith in the future…

In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all lived an elf. He was so tiny that no human eye could see him. He had a snug little room behind every petal of the rose. He was as well made and as perfect as any human child, and he had wings reaching from his shoulders to his feet. Oh, what a delicious scent there was in his room, and how lovely and transparent the walls were, for they were palest pink, rose petals.

With flowers the sex is up-front and x-rated.

There is nothing more energizing than inhaling the tang of wilderness, loamy after rain, pungent with the richness of earth shuddering with life, or taking in the brisk dry cleanness of winter.

was how he imagined a rose garden would smell if somebody covered it with fertilizer, doused it with gasoline, set it on fire, and then put out the flames with buckets of horse piss.

Hong Kong" means "fragrant harbor" in Chinese. The fragrance is the smell of money.

You have this scent" Hana said quietly, "I used to think it was your perfume. Joy, ne?" "I still wear that." "I know," Hana said, and Etsuko resisted the urge to sniff her own wrists. "It's not just the perfume, though, it's all the other creams and things that you wear, and it makes up this smell. I used to walk around department stores wondering what it was. The smell of mama." Book 3, p401

El olor de comida cocinándose es a menudo relajante.

There was no beauty of the wood or field But she its fragrant bosom-secret knew, Nor any but to her would freely yield Some grace that in her soul took root and grew; Nature to her shone as but now revealed, All rosy-fresh with innocent morning dew, And looked into her heart with dim, sweet eyes That left it full of sylvan memories.

To forget things I like getting lost in the smell of old books, the scent of the gods.

There was a mist of moss to ride through and a storm of glass.

There was a smell, the Golux thought, a little like Forever in the air, but mixed with something faint and less enduring, possibly the fragrance of a flower.

If you should walk and wind and wander far enough on one of those afternoons in April when smoke goes down instead of up, and nearby things sound far away and far things near, you are more than likely to come at last to the enchanted forest that lies between the Moonstone Mines and Centaurs Mountain. You'll know the woods when you are still a long way off by virtue of a fragrance you can never quite forget and never quite remember.

This heavish sweety fragrance,' Thag muttered to himself, 'that rises, or that roses, isn't fit for human noses, and it tricks the minds of men. Three times two is eight,' he said, 'and one is ten.

Deep within the stench of despair blooms the perfume of hope. —DB

The gardener coaxes seeds from the earth, lavishing attention on their every fragile leaf, their magnificent blossoms. How fragile, how fleeting—this beauty, this love. Only the perfumer can capture, extend nature's response. Oh, that we could grasp real love so. —DB

The stately tuberose is reluctant to share its effusive scent, yielding only to enfleurage- petals pressed into fat between glass, rinsed in alcohol. The carnal charisma of tuberose, one of the perfumer's most expensive essential oils, heightens the white floral bouquet, lifting it up on angels' wings. -DB

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