Quotes About Scent

What's your rush? the key's scent said. The stone of the street said. The bright young sun said, seeking its way into the color-washed walls through cracks and crannies and shirts hung out like flags between balconies to dry. I've got all day. You've got all week. We've got a half-dozen centuries.

You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita

how when you love someone, you take that person into your body, your fingertips predicting their angles and curves; how you smell like them in the morning.

An unseen hand turned off the radio as he crossed the threshold, and bags of potato chips vanished, leaving the faint scent of salt to mix with vermilion oil paint and wet clay.

Scent is like a kiss of time travel which transports one to an ancient memorable occasion.

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right to your stomach. Mary's house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace. For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.

How many powerful memories are triggered by smell and taste? Your mothers old perfume, the smell your fathers breath, the taste of the soap theyd make you eat.

She could smell the sea in the air, but more than that, she could smell the scent of the grass as it awoke from its winter slumber. She could hear the sound of crickets as they sang to the emerging stars.

What a world it was! Literally swimming in sunshine, from the sparkling sea in the distance, to the beds of marigolds close by--huge marigolds, double and single, mingled with carnations that filled the air with rich autumnal scent, all the more delicious because we feel it is autumnal, and therefore cannot last.

That makes the air very sweet, just being able to smell it and know you're going to keep smelling it. You're already ahead on your day.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

He smells like pool, and summer, and vacations. It's not like in the movies. It's better, because it's real.

and the whole drive home the air smells like Christmas morning.

The scent of lemon, fresh, clean, and faint when Georgia had first entered the kitchen, had grown stronger as they spoke, and it now filled the room. Georgia walked the oven, flipped on the light, and peered through the glass door. A golden cake ballooned from a circle pan. "Delizia di Sorrento," Claudia said. "I make it with Meyer lemons and eat it like its bread. Another craving.

I love the smell of shampoo on a girl's hair. You can walk past someone and be like, 'Wow, you took a shower this morning, didn't you? Because you smell lovely.'

The mist was like a faint perfume.

South of the Thames, the air was infused with the scent of incinerated coffee, as one hundred tons of it burned in a warehouse in Bermondsey. This was the added cruelty of air raids. In addition to killing and maiming, they destroyed the commodities that kept England alive

It was hot, but the town had a cool, fresh, early-morning smell and it was pleasant sitting in the café.

A heavy smell of sour wine, candles and overripe fruit hung in the air. And something else, that bought to mind a mixture of the scents of lilac and gooseberries.

He approached and leaned on the railing beside her. He felt the warmth emanating from her, and the faint scent of verbena. He liked the scent of verbena, although the scent of verbena was not the scent of lilac and gooseberry.

The postal station smelled of fried onions and potato soup.

His tobacco had a richly herbal smell, as though it was good for you.

Merrin felt disappointed in his scent bottle. Just to make sure it really did smell so bad, he put the bottle right up to his left nostril and sniffed hard - and the jinnee was sucked up his nose. It was not a good moment for either of them.

I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.