Quotes About Fragrance

Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!

yet it seems Life scarce can cast a fragrance on the wind, Scarce spread a glory to the morning beams, But the torn petals strew the garden plot; And there's but common greenness after that.

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.

I love the smell of estrogen in the morning.

The scent of the morning is prepared by the night; the scent of the night is prepared by the day; everything helps everything!

As a child, our house had a backyard lined with roses tended vigilantly by my mother. So the fragrance fills me with nostalgia for my youth.

A fragrance is a veritable story, told and explained in scent, in notes, in impressions. It's a score based on the emotions of each instant, a captivating music of the senses.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so. Love, only Love.

I did Hilary Duff's 'With Love' music video-slash-fragrance ad.

As fragrance abides in the flower As reflection is within the mirror, So does your Lord abide within you, Why search for him without?

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

When I was a boy, I thought scent was contained in dewdrops on flowers and if I got up very early in the morning, I could collect it and make perfume.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

The gardens of my youth were fragrant gardens and it is their sweetness rather than their patterns of their furnishings that I now most clearly recall.

When an artist paints a flower, she borrows the beauty from nature and adds fragrance from her own heart.

Awestruck, Flora stared at the dishevelled sisters with their blazing faces and radiant ragged wings, who smelled of no kin but the wild high air.

The scent of rain on a sultry spring evening is always an indulgence.

Checked thoroughly, humans stink.

Before dawn, the air smelled of lemons.

Perfume is like a parenthesis, a moment of freedom, peace, love and sensuality in between the disturbances of modern living.

Pray May all reach the shore of peace, spreading the sweet holy fragrance of Love and vibrations of unity and harmony.

Love is the essence, fragrance, and beauty of life.

No matter where you are spread the fragrance of peace like a flower.