Quotes About Smell

I could smell fog even at this level now. It was rolling down from the mountains, flooding out the moon, as well as rising from the sea. The

as the sound of water in the valleys, the singing of the hill people, the smell of the pines, and the blue smoke rising from the villages, are always with you in the Himalayas.

Taste and smell of rain and beyond the veil, your voice, its trembling overtones without body or remorse; these hours that keep me as an ornament.

The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.

I stand holding the apple in both hands. It feels precious, like a heavy treasure. I lift it up and smell it. It has such an odour of outdoors on it I want to cry.

Despite all that she did for me, Melanie had a distant smell. She smelled like a floral guest soap in a strange house I was visiting.

At night, Toby breathed herself in. Her new self. Her skin smelled like honey and salt. And earth

The butter is greasy and it will go rancid and I will smell like an old cheese; but at least it's organic, as they used to say. To such devices we have descended.

Every Sunday I nudge Sam in her direction, and he walks to where she is sitting and hugs her. She smells him behind the ears, where he most smells like sweet unwashed new potatoes. This is in fact what I think God may smell like, a young child's slightly dirty neck.

In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.

I felt I saw an escape from desolation, only it was cold and dark, this escape, and it led by twists and turns into a world of eternal darkness where the raw earth gave the only smell to one's hands, one's skin, one's clothes.

The music was electric and loud; the flashing lights were horrid, the smell of food and blood was overpowering.

I could smell the catacombs on his garments. I could smell death on him as though he had lain down with his mortal remains. But he was handsome, fine of build and proportion as Avicus had been, not unlike Avicus at all.

Do dogs smell fear? Vampires smell it. Vampires count on it. Vampires find it savory. Vampires can't resist it.

Let's say you had to report back to heaven at the end of your time on earth, tell them what your personal allotment of experience had been: wouldn't it sound like Poppy's speech? The smell of radiator dust on a winter morning, the taste of hot maple syrup ...

She remembered the feel of wind on summer nights - how it billows through the house and wafts the curtains and smells of tar and roses. How a sleeping baby weighs so heavily on your shoulder, like ripe fruit. What privacy it is to walk in the rain beneath the drip and crackle of your own umbrella.

Lou knew Deary slept in the dunes somewhere. She claimed to like the way starlight smelled on sand. Once Cornelius asked her how the smell of starlight on sand differed from the smell of moonlight. —More peppery.

A SOFT fall rain slips down through the trees and the smell of ocean is so strong that it can almost be licked off the air.

The killer: our anxiety not only makes us miserable, but ruins the interaction. People smell it on you. They react to it. They're less likely to hire you or buy from you or have fun at your party. The very thing you are afraid of occurs, precisely because you are afraid of it, which of course makes the shenpa cycle even worse.

I loved the smell of ocean water. Salt always smells like memory.

What is that smell? (Nick) (It was like three-day-old cat vomit mixed with rotten asparagus.) Duck urine. It keeps the zombies from thinking I'm human. (Mark) Yeah, well it keeps me from thinking you're sane. (Nick)

That would be like making a pact with Lucifer. (Zarek) Yes, but I don't smell like sulfur. And I happen to dress better. Luc always looks like a pimp. (Dionysus)

I so love the smell of hatred and revenge. It's the headiest of concoctions. (Noir) I personally feel that way toward blood. No better smell in the universe than when it's combined with the aroma of those fearing death. (Jericho)

One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.