Quotes About Fragrance

Not knowing The name of the tree, I stood in the flood Of its sweet smell.

246. From the heart of the sweet peony,/A drunken bee. 251. Tomb. bend/to autumn wind-/ my sobbing.

I don't know which tree it comes from, that fragrance.

The butterfly perfuming it's wings fans the orchid - Matsuo Basho

We kissed and I closed my eyes and inhaled lavender and her, and I felt so terrified and so in love that I realised they - the terror, the love - were one in the same thing.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

And there are flowers in her hair, always jasmine.

I won't let you haunt me like a ghost. You'll always be standing between these hills, like the moon, like the river, like an alem on a minaret, like a shining apparition. You've filled this place with yourself, like a mirror, filled it with fragrance

She'd smelled of confidence and lilies. She was my age, and yet she had what I did not - a lack of care or fear.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

Flowers have the greatest talent in converting an ordinary place into a magical palace!

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

Everything she touched either crumbled to dust or dissolved into a powder that gave off spores. The

You cannot kill a breeze, a wind, a fragrance; you cannot kill a dream or an ambition.

Joy is like sandalwood paste(chandan), each time you apply it to someone's forehead, your own being gets fragrant with it. So touch everyone's life with happiness and let your joy be maximized, get MickeyMized"" Share this and fill this world with billions of smiles.

Of course when one opens a coffin, one destroys it. Nevertheless a delicate odour of cedarwood will come forth.

Kto urodziÅ' siÄ™ w Tebach, tÄ™skni? bÄ™dzie zawsze do Teb, gdy? nie ma na ziemi innego miasta podobnego do Teb. Kto urodziÅ' siÄ™ w ubogim zauÅ'ku, tÄ™skni? bÄ™dzie zawsze do tej uliczki, z paÅ'acu cedrowego tÄ™skni? bÄ™dzie do glinianej lepianki; od zapachów mirry i drogocennych olejków tÄ™skni? bÄ™dzie do woni ognisk z bydlÄ™cego nawozu i ryb sma?onych na oleju.

Ponekad davna prole?a, puna toplote i mirisa, procvetaju još jednom u nama. I mi ih pronosimo kroz sadašnju zimu štite?i ih prsima. A onda, jednoga dana, ta davna prole?a po?nu štititi naša prsa od mraza kad se na?emo s one strane prozora na kojoj mraz nije samo slika. (...) Zamisli sada, u ovoj zimi, dva takva prole?a što se dodiruju kao dve livade mirisama. Eto šta nam je potrebno umesto ogrta?a.

Stinking Bishop

These vines will be blooming by summer don't you remember? It's just the bones of the garden you're looking at right now." I thought of the trumpet vine and honeysuckle that would green and flower; the jasmine that would sweeten the air, its perfume drifting in the windows of our home.

Is soap cool again, or is body wash still the way to go?

7. Have one great cologne that's not from the drugstore. Just one. Wear very little of it, all the time. I cannot tell you how sexy it is to be enveloped in a hug by a man whose smell you remember. Then, anytime I smell that cologne, I think of you.

To that daintiest siren of puff and perfume, a Turkish cigarette.

We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...]