Quotes About Smell

You smell,' she began, slowly and wonderingly, 'like -' 'Like a herring!'I said bitterly. My cheeks were hot now and very red; there were tears, almost, in my eyes. I think she saw my confusion and was sorry for it. 'Not at all like a herring,' she said gently.'But perhaps, maybe, like a mermaid...

There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos.

It smelled something like a keg of bad beer overturned in a mortician's storage room on a hot summer's day.

It smelled something like a keg of bad beer overturned in a mortician's storage room on a hot summer day.

Q: Why did God make farts smell? A: So deaf people could enjoy them, too.

Q: What's invisible and smells like carrots? A: Easter Bunny farts.

ELAINE: Jerry, it's B.O. JERRY: But the whole car smells. ELAINE: So? JERRY: So when somebody has B.O., the "O" usually stays with the "B." Once the "B" leaves, the "O" goes with it.

What was that smell? Had someone left food in here? She looked under the desktop, then under the chair before she realized what it was. The smell was her.

Where a pack of monkeys had traveled over the road, the smell of them lingered for a long time in the air, a dry and stale, mousy smell.

A merchant is someone who figures out how to select, how to smell, how to identify, how to feel, how to time, how to buy, how to sell, and how to hopefully have two plus two equal six.

I could smell something. Fear. I could taste it now. It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...

She was home, among the mayor's books of every color and description, with their silver and gold lettering. She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

Det enda jag hör efter det är min egna andhämtning och ljudet av lukten, av mina egna steg

No one's urine smells as good as your own. The

Sitting in the water, she imagined the smell of it, mapped out on her papa's clothes. More than anything, it was the smell of friendship, and she could find it on herself, too. Liesel loved that smell. She would sniff her arm and smile as the water cooled around her.

There was the smell of pea soup, something burning and confrontation.

there in the night their bed had the towelly smell of marriage.

The corridor couldn't have smelled more strongly of fish guts if we had actually been inside a fish.

He smelled like the sea even after he had bathed. When he wasn't fishing, he sat on the floor in our dark front room mending a fishing net. And if a fishing net had been a sleeping creature, he wouldn't even have awakened it, at the speed he worked. He did everything this slowly.

Thus, flowers cannot be preserved, but their ethereal oil, their essence, with the same smell and the same virtues, can. The conduct that has had correct concepts for its guidance will, in the result, coincide with the reality intended.

History's smell. Like old roses on a breeze. It would lurk forever in ordinary things. In coat hangers. Tomatoes. In the tar on roads. In certain colours. In the plates at a restaurant. In the absence of words. And the emptiness in eyes.

It's neat how money smells nothing like anything in the world except money, just like cardboard.

Six hours later, when I returned, I was greeted at the door- and this before it was even opened -by the overpowering smell of vinegar. What were my neighbors thinking? That a douche-obsessed woman with a gigantic, three-foot vagina lived next door?

Cows do not sell each other hay when they are hungry. Monkeys do not sell each other bananas. Only human beings can create the perception in other human beings that, even though they have showered, they still smell bad and need an underarm deodorant to set things right.