Quotes About Fragrance

The unpleasant, acrid smell of burnt poetry.

I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses.

Book beautiful book, miniscule forest, leaf after leaf your paper smells of the elements. . . .

if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. — Pablo Neruda, from "XIV [Every day you play with the light of the universe.]," Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despai r, in The Poetry of Pablo Neruda , ed. Ilan Stavans (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2003)

Rapture of the rivers, banks of thicket and fragrance, sudden boulders, burnt-out trees, and land, ample and lonely... [from Isla Negra]

Peace (shanti) is a divine quality. A true yogi, one united to the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, is like a lovely rose, spreading around him the fragrance of tranquility and harmony.

She was like a windflower trembling on its slender stem, so fragile you feel it can't possibly survive the blasts that shake it, though it survives them all.

Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.

In the lowcountry, the smell of the marshlands is offensive to visitors, but is the fragrant essence of the planet to the native born.

You're Beautiful Like the green romance of a bud and lily's pink, gentle sway. You: more beautiful than yesterday. Wildflower's blue surprise. Daisy's white, sunny play. You're more beautiful than yesterday. Orchid's purple mystery Mum's bronze ole` You: more beautiful than yesterday. Rose's orange perfume, even tulip's yellow secrets say: You're more beautiful that yesterday. Poppy's red, teasing lips, but YOUR beauty will never fade. You: more lovely than yesterday, You: my dazzling bouquet.

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

and nothing smells quite as wonderful as old books.

the suicidal smell of cigarettes

nothing smells quite as wonderful as old books.

"In springtime, love is carried on the breeze. Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head."

There is nothing I like better at the end of a hot summer's day than taking a short walk around the garden. You can smell the heat coming up from the earth to meet the cooler night air.

Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?

The sermon is merely a presence, a distant drone among the humming and singing that the air is already full of, borne away on the fragrance that draws through the windows.

THE LILY The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. THE GARDEN OF LOVE I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping.

Low-ceilinged and smoke-foxed, it had a curious smell: part beer, part cold fireplace ash, part pipe tobacco.

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.

Observe the jasmine lightness of the moon.

Caddy smelled like trees.