Quotes About Fragrance

The scent of flowers is the glory of gardens and the scent of art is the glory of Paris!

That something smelled delicious! ' I screamed.

She smelled of talcum powder and Big Red.

A legbensÅ'ségesebb emlékem ?kelmérÅ'l az állkapcsa szúróssága és a nyakszaga, amikor vacsoránál elnyomott az álom, és fölvitt lefeküdni. Vékony nyaka volt, de jó meleg szaggal [...]

Art soaked it in alcohol to toughen it up and draw out the water. (If he'd had the opposite problem—if the skin had been dry and stiff—he'd have soaked it in Downy fabric softener; I'm sure the makers of Downy would be pleased to know that their product makes even mummified human skin soft and fragrant.)

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

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

Here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold.

Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet

Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!

le spalle simili al bianco cuore di un fiore. [...]

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Then she saw him stop and wipe his brow with his handkerchief. Once, twice. And then once again. But she did not see the grin of relief spread over his face. That she did not see because her eyes had filled with tears. And the geraniums, they were just as sad. In any case, that's how they smelled.

And I will make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant posies.

Her clothes still smoked from the wizard's assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.

He remembered as never before how exquisite and beautiful she was, and her kisses tasting of crème de menthe and her fragrance of Coty perfume would be new and sweeter than ever after the coca and the rustic perfumes of these valleys. What a feeling of satin, that of her red lips under his cracked by the wind and the sun! The astonishment in her blue eyes when he related his odyssey through these wild mountains!

To write you I first cover myself with perfume.

La bondad era tibia y sin consistencia, olía a carne cruda guardada durante mucho tiempo.

Things went somehow so good that were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.