Quotes About Scent

He didn't try to explain ozone to her, or how raindrops hit rocks, releasing the fragrance of oils that plants had rubbed on them, or how spores in the ground give up their own earthy scent in the rain. He just took her out and let her sniff and sniff until she admitted that, yes, it smelled good outside after a thunderstorm.

I want to go home.' The moment the smell hit her, the words came into her head. She didn't know exactly what home it was she wanted to go to, certainly not the one she'd just left. But why didn't she want to go back there? And where did she want to go? She felt lost.

The merciless scent of flowers was so heavy here that it hung like mist on the cold air. The room was crowded with flowers. In the centre, on three shrouded trestles, Robert Gospell's body lay in its coffin.

There was something it was searching for - some kind of memory of a previous life - a scent, an image. Was it the purple-headed man, or something else?

I studied her, one bare foot tucked underneath her, the other swinging back and forth, and remembered the scent of sleepy, naked woman.

What mattered was the truth, rising like birdsong, like the scent of flowers opening to the sun, of her wyrd. Cian's hand beneath hers. It always had been so. It had always been meant to be so. Fate goes over as it must.

She breathed in and out, in and out. He breathed as fast as she did. She felt the muscles sliding over his ribs. He smelt of thyme and mead and that iron-and-salt tang that made her nostrils flare.

Hild, on the first boat with Eorpald and Edwin, smelt it before she saw it: the old, cold scent of deep, turned dirt; the smell of bones.

Midway across a cold, clear stream she caught the black scent of corruption, and stopped.

The scent of spring flowers, delicate as lace, there and gone again. Utterly unlike Atlanta.

She knew that scent, and her need rose like the tide.

Artos, she thought. A king. In Caer Leon. The words rang in her head like a bell, like a scent of the lake, like the bright clean shimmer of the Companions.

Her scent-earthy and light, like the smell of crisp baby carrots when you first pull them from the ground-mixed with that of sawdust and leaf mold.

Ich wandle in der Finsternis. Doch mich leitet der Duft des Ginsters.

will begin with the analogy of the rose. In the smell of the rose, there is hardly a fragrance that can compare with its beauty. But how would you describe this fragrance? The way we would describe it is that it is closer to the word and feeling of love than any other flower on the Earth

I am the scent that he will follow always, hunting for God.

When the autumn wind Blows down from Tokiwa Mountain, My body fills, as if blushing, With the color and scent Of pine.

The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured coziness.

Sisters share the scent and smells — the feel of a common childhood.

It wasn't hard to follow the scent of blood to the living room where the fae had been killed. It had been a violent death, perfect for creating ghosts.

He doesn't trust me—and I'm sorry to say he has reason." He looked at Samuel. "I don't think he'll trust you either—not another male when his daughter is there." He turned back to me. "But you have his scent all over your van, and he has a picture of you in his bedroom." Samuel gave me a sharp look. "In his bedroom?

Werewolves smell like musk and mint.

She opened the box and released the ghosts of a thousand odors. I sneezed, Joel sneezed. Izzy's mother said, "God bless you." I smiled. "Yes, He does. Thank you.

i inhale deeply, drinking the warmth in the scent of mountain sunshine, a warmth that smells of freshly turned soil and clean laundry baking in the sun.