Quotes About Smell

Handsome, fictional men were so much easier to stomach than real life ones who smelled of Christmas and looked like a Calvin Klein model

Here we go again . . . There's nothing wrong with the way I smell,' he said. 'I've got a mature smell, I have.' 'So has cheese,' Stig told him.

freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

The corridor smelled of water in the bottoms of purple vases and the piano was banging just beyond this emptiness.

He told me that in the hallways at Versailles, there hung a faint, ever-so-faint smell of human excrement, "because as the chambermaids hurried along a tiny bit would always splash from the pots." Many years later I realized that he was half-remembering a detail from the court of Louis XV, namely that the latrines were so few and so poorly placed at the palace, the marquesses used to steal away and relieve themselves on stairwells and behind the beautiful furniture...

elsewise adj. struck by the poignant strangeness of other people's homes, which smell and feel so different than your own-seeing the details of their private living space, noticing their little daily rituals, the way they've arranged their things, the framed photos of people you'll never know.

Drama followed Chess around like a smell. Some people, Tate had learned, were like that, and it was for people like her to sit and watch the show.

The smell coming off my flesh had gone from simple stinkiness to something weird and almost appetizing, close to sour-cream-and-onion potato chips.

Some things are just universal. Like the known scientific fact that the colder and wetter you are, the better bacon smells frying.

When I leave the hall, I smell her before I see her, a scent that should be perfume. I know it is not.

Keith could smell the emotions swirling behind Fyodor's impassive voice, the richness of fear and sorrow like old thick blood, the determination and the bright sharp steel of need. He breathed it deep and nodded.

She let Carel guide her to a chair, the warm smell of vanilla following the swing of Carel's braids.

A smell of sandalwood boxes, a kind of glaze on the air from all the chintzes numbed his earthy vitality, he became all ribs and uniform.

Wooed by a vivid cover, she picked one up and leafed through it. She loved thee way it smelled, the ink, the fine paper, the oversized photographs.

He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees, and autumn.

The heaven had cried out for joy, and the earth had answered, and between the two the smell of the gorse rose up like ascending prayer and linked them together. Music and scent were alive once more in the world; only color tarried, waiting upon the sun.

And then the purring began again—the goddamned cat—and I looked down to see her rolling on the carpet beside the dark mess, as if the smell were catnip to her, and not the stench of the putrefying bodily fluids of a decomposing corpse.

And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

Poor little corpses! It was too bad they were dead. He couldn't play with them. Even though they really stank. He couldn't stand the smell. They deserved to die for smelling so bad.

I enjoy mowing the lawn, it relaxes me. It gets me outdoors, it's good exercise, the freshly cut grass smells great, and the engine is loud enough that I'm sure no one else can hear my thoughts — or intrude upon them.

I said something about the way some of the longshoremen smelled. They smelled just godawful, especially when they'd just come back from their night shifts. Mama said: That's what money smells like, honey. You still wanna be rich?

Ive worked outside football. I knew every day what I had. I loved going into football grounds, smelling it, seeing it, hearing it. Thats what grabbed me. Thats what I miss.

And, furthermore, wherever they go, men may know these Alchemists by the smell of brimstone. For all the world, they stink as does a goat. Their reek is so pungent and so rancid that, though a man be a mile from them, the foul stench will infect him, trust me.

Women have a better sense of smell than men do, and it's even sharper in the middle of their menstrual cycle, when estrogen levels peak and women are more likely to be deciding whether a man's attractive.