Quotes About Smelling

This hunting of the fox, you need the dogs, no?' 'Hounds,' I corrected gently. 'Yes, of course.' 'But yet,' Poirot wagged his finger at me. 'You did not descend from your horse and run along the ground smelling with your nose and uttering loud Ow Ows?

You know those adages about smelling the roses and chasing butterflies? The markets are my butterflies and my roses.

My interests are varied. They include natural history, lady detectives, and good hygiene," I said with a significant lift of the brows towards his feet. "What in seven hells does that mean?" he demanded. "It means that if you come to bed smelling like something from a barnyard again, I will scrub you myself with rose soap and a firm hand," I threatened.

I motioned for Minka to bring me something to write with. She found a marker, bright blue and smelling like fruit, the sort of thing My Little Pony would use to sign a slam book.

The walls inside were charred from some ancient fire, blackened and lichened and weathered hard, smelling faintly of a smoke so old there may be no one still alive who could possibly remember the flame.

I've got chunks of dead human in my garden smelling like month-old unicorn piss!

As we entered the pharmacy, I looked over the items on Miss Everett's list. Preventative powders, toilet vinegars, lavender water, Macassar oil, sea sponges, smelling salts, Bouquet de Rondeletia, extract of patchouli, Grosvrnor's Tooth Powder, cherry bounce, anisette. They were the trappings of women and in this case, of whores.

She was more of a marble statue under a cascade of moonlight, smelling like flowers and ivy—the glory of a weeping graveyard angel.

The question about those aromatic advertisements that perfume companies are having stitched into magazines these days is this: under the freedoms guaranteed by the First Amendment, is smelling up the place a constitutionally protected form of expression?

A horse, you know, they can't say, 'Hi? How are you? I'm so-and-so,' you know? So they communicate through typically smelling or, you know, just body language. And when a horse approaches another horse, the first thing they do is they smell noses.

Woman, if you leave me smelling like roses . . . I'll see you regret it," he warned.

Books for the general reader are always ill-smelling books, the odour of paltry people clings to them. Where the populace eat and drink, and even where they reverence, it is accustomed to stink. One should not go into churches if one wishes to breathe pure air.

Books for the general reader are always ill-smelling books, the odour of paltry people clings to them. Where the populace eat and drink, and even where they reverence, it is accustomed to stink.

We treat the crime capital of the United States as if it was a second Disneyland, smelling like roses, a great place to take the family or hold a convention.

I am all for the iPad, but trust me - smelling it will get you nowhere.

I'm enchanted by your beauty, my lady. Welcome aboard. You make a most welcome addition to our acerbic company…a lovely-smelling one, too. (Vik)

Samantha, cooking isn't about writing down. It's about tasting. Feeling. Touching. Smelling.

Have you some garlic?' Prudence asked. 'Garlic?' echoed Jane in astonishment. 'Certainly not! Imagine a clergyman and his wife going about the parish smelling of garlic!'

They had decided that BO and halitosis were worked out, or nearly, and had been racking their brains for a long time to think of some new way of scaring the public. Then some bright spark had suggested, What about smelling feet? That field had never been exploited and had immense possibilities.

It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.

Acting is invigorating. But I don't analyse it too much. It's like a dog smelling where it's going to do its toilet in the morning.

I'm a smeller of books and a marker-upper of books.

I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.

We had come so close to greatness. We had smelled it, and it smelled like roast pig. Everybody likes the smell of roast pig. But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?