Quotes About Smell

You can never get the smell of smoke out. Like the smell of failure in life.

Ellen looked around the room with an odd expression, for the first few seconds not taking in the collection spread across the tables, but just taking in the library: the smell of ink and foxy paper and old wood, the green view of the river beyond the leaded casement window propped open just an inch. As if she loved it, but was a little scared to be there.

It got this hot in the south of France, but it was a dry heat, cooled and tempered by the mistral and scented with the powerful fragrances of lavender, thyme, and rosemary. Here the air was so thick I could practically see it and the smell was the dank chemical odor of soil and plants and grass decomposing

Brains don't really smell, but what's amazing about the brain is that it's almost like scrambled eggs or soft tofu, almost like a gel. The brain controls so much of what we do, but you could put your finger right through it.

Most people will find you much more attractive if you smell like freshly baked cookies rather than Lysol.

Do you have a handkerchief?" she asked. "No," the prince said, looking amused. "I suppose you have servants who carry around that sort of thing in case you sneeze," she said. "You aren't carrying one either," he retorted. "I don't have room; my reticule is full of cheese." "I thought you had an interesting smell! Most ladies smell rather French.

A pungent smell of manure blew in the window. "The odor of these Scottish wildflowers is astonishing," Edie said

He smelled like the soap she bought for guests. It made her happy, as if she owned a small part of him. As if she had changed him.

As long as it had remained a mystery, I could have dealt with it--no matter how enormous a mystery it became. Now that matters had gotten more specific, my imagination began supplying smells and textures.

How brutal life was! How fleshly, and mundane. I was reeling, from having understood it for the first time. What was lost would never return. In its place, I now knew the smell of Chazawa-Dori in the rain.

The very smell of tobacco is abominable, for one cannot get it out of the curtains, and there is little pleasure in existence unless the curtains are all right.

The distractions then were card catalogs and dust and the smell of old paper and ink. The distractions were deep.

Hygiene is for people like me; I've reached an age where I can no longer afford to smell like myself.

Dad had once said, Trust your mind, Rob. If it smells like shit but has writing across it that says Happy Birthday and a candle stuck down in it, what is it? Is there icing on it? he'd said. Dad had done that thing of squinting his eyes when an answer was not quite there yet.

A house on the park. He'd seen it a million times. And now was in it. It smelled of man sweat and spaghetti sauce and old books. Like a library where sweaty men went to cook spaghetti.

It smelled of man sweat and spaghetti sauce and old books. Like a library where sweaty men went to cook spaghetti.

His nose puckered at the smell of Inspector Méjat's brilliantine, a sickly odour that even ten pipes could not have overcome.

It was an extraordinary moment, and Maigret would never forget the taste of it. First the late-night weariness, and that smell of wet wool. That unknown corridor that seemed to go on for ever. Again they heard the foghorn.

Every household down my road in Peckham, south-east London, stunk of deep-fat frying and I'm sure every working-class home around the country was the same. How would you have done chips and Spam fritters without a deep-fat fryer?

A boxing workout is the heaviest thing, but it's the best. The worst part is that boxing gyms are the smelliest things in the universe. You have to lie down on the floor, where everyone has been sweating and spitting, and do 1,000 situps and push-ups.

If I really like the smell of something - a piece of tar or my goddaughter's plastic doll - I put a tiny piece in a bottle with a label. I keep them in a fridge in my bathroom.

I don't spend my time on farms. I don't like the smell, to be honest.

On a man, I love Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille. But I wear Orchid Soleil - I love a sweet smell.

Leave your puppy a favorite chew toy. Rub the toy between your palms so that it smells like you.