Quotes About Fragrance

I gazed at Albertine's cheeks as she spoke, and wondered what might be the perfume, the taste of them: that day they were not cool but glowed with a uniform pink, violet-tinted, creamy, like certain roses that have a waxy gloss. I felt a passionate longing for them such as one feels sometimes for a particular flower.

Snaps and snails and puppy-dogs' tails, And dirty sluts in plenty, Smell sweeter than roses in young men's noses When the heart is one-and-twenty.

Despite the heavy, motionless silence of the hawthorns, these gusts of fragrance came to me like the murmuring of an intense vitality, with which the whole altar was quivering like a roadside hedge explored by living antennae, of which I was reminded by seeing some stamens, almost red in colour, which seemed to have kept the springtime virulence, the irritant power of stinging insects now transmuted into flowers.

The fact was, I had just heard her laugh. And her laugh at once suggested the rosy flesh, the fragrant portals between which it had just made its way, seeming also, as strong, sensual and revealing as the scent of geraniums, to carry with it some microscopic particles of their substance, irritant and secret.

But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfalteringly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.

The room smelled of children, that sunlight smell over socks and sweat.

The lilacs grew with no care given them, and in the early summer they hung like bunches of mild mauve grapes from branches with leaves like dark green hearts, and the scent of them was so bold and sweet you could smell nothing else, a seasonal mercy.

Puzzavo di libri e di onestà.

The old life is gone, my days are new, but time is still a mystery of wishes, and this sad, confusing fragrance. " —Rosa

The whole house seemed to be permeated by the scent of the herb garden.

She'd never seen such a thing back on Grave; a flower that bloomed only at night.

They say there is a sweeter airwhere it was made, than we have here.

It is the destiny of mint to be crushed.

Coffee is a fleeting moment and a fragrance.

When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.

Thy breath is like the steame of apple-pyes.

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

Forgiveness is the scent that the rose leaves on the heel that crushes it.

The fragrance of the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.

What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course

The flowery scent of the new perfume Tian had designed – to be called 'Miss Dior' after Catherine

It was morning. Sunlight filtered in with the smell of burnt toast.

We taste the fragrance of the rose.

female-and-jasmine scent.