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Quotes About Scent

The french-fry smell was almost another person in our room, stumbling around in the dark
~ Colson Whitehead
There was a mystery about it. You were given a sharp, acute, uncomfortable grain—the actual meeting; horribly painful as often not; yet in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would flower out, open, shed its scent, let you touch, taste, look about you, get the whole feel of it and understanding, after years of lying lost.
~ Virginia Woolf
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I traveled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a mad-man's fancy.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
I said nothing. I pushed her softness back into the room and went in after her. I ripped her shirt off. I unzipped the rest of her, I tore off her sandals. Wildly, I pursued the shadow of her infidelity; but the scent I traveled upon was so slight as to be practically undistinguishable from a madman's fancy.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
Ganin now tried to recapture that scent again, mixed with the fresh smells of the autumnal park, but, as we know, memory can restore to life everything except smells, although nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
Apesto a dragón. - Es parte de tu encanto.
~ Laura Gallego García
Quise saber si olía a alcanfor porque me parecía que habría quedado impregnado, como su progenitor. Pero sólo me olió a mí misma, a mi propia sangre ya a mi mismo olor.
~ Laura Restrepo
The first time he'd laid eyes on Renee's sister he'd been hooked. Hooked on her scent. The sound of her voice. Her prickly demeanor. Oh how he loved that she could be so bitchy. She was a woman who would brook no bullshit, though he had the feeling she hadn't always been so.
~ Lauren Dane
Do not knock on the door of advantage and benefit, for the Sufi focuses on the scent of the Singular Rose and the Sufi realizes that rose petals and thorns are both expressions of his or her Beloved.
~ Laurence Galian
She smelled of home...as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.
~ Celeste Ng
breathing in the peculiar smell of the library: a mix of dust and leather and melted vanilla ice cream. Warm, like the scent of someone's skin.
~ Celeste Ng
Mia held her for a moment, buried her nose in the part of Pearl's hair. Every time she did this, she was comforted by how Pearl smelled exactly the same. She smelled, Mia thought suddenly, of home, as if home had never been a place, but had always been this little person whom she'd carried alongside her.
~ Celeste Ng
She smelled like fresh air and mint shampoo.
~ Celeste Ng
A cama cheira a sono da irmã: um odor caloroso e almiscarado e marcante - como o de um animal selvagem - que surgia apenas quando ela estava a dormir profundamente.
~ Celeste Ng
The air among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it, as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea.
~ Charles Dickens
A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance.
~ Proverb
Fish should smell like the tide. Once they smell like fish, it's too late.
~ Oscar Gizelt
Trees bend down with plum and pear, Rosy apples scent the air, Nuts are ripening everywhere.
~ Mrs. Hawtrey, "Autumn," 1800s
She smelled Roy before she saw him. She liked to imagine that it was the perfume of his good heart.
~ Abby Geni, The Wildlands, 2018
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. What he does is to subject them to treatment which ensures their having the finest colour and the sweetest scent.
~ Jean Cocteau
Dupa powinna pachnie? dup?, a nie wod? kolo?sk?.
~ Guillaume Apollinaire
I have never been able to use that soap since. Scents are too evocative and the merest whiff jerks me back to that first night away from my wife, and to the feeling I had then.
~ James Herriot
After that first crowded day I retired to one of those green-tiled sanctuaries and lathered myself with a new bar of a famous toilet soap which Helen had put in my bag. I have never been able to use that soap since. Scents are too evocative and the merest whiff jerks me back to that first night away from my wife, and to the feeling I had then. It was a dull, empty ache which never really went away.
~ James Herriot