Quotes About Smell

It smelled like breathing someone's underwear.

I love bookstores. I love the energy in a bookstore and the smell of the paper.

I love baking, it's the most calming thing for me. It's therapeutic, it makes the house smell good, and I get to take the goods to my friends. I do it for other people.

Fear has a smell, as love does.

I love New York, I love the smell of New York... I love the subway.

I love Miami; I miss it so much. I miss the beach, the peace it brings you. I love the sound and smell of the sea.

I like chocolate. I don't eat it, but I like the smell of it. People can drink with their eyes; I can eat with my nose. I would love to have a perfume based on chocolate.

its mottled gray flesh was all torn and pockmarked. It smelled like the beach, like rotten kelp and saltwater. Aiden

Okay, now, fair warning: If you're super-sensitive to words, skip this paragraph. But I'm telling you, this smell, this growing stink drifting down toward me, could only be described as that word that's created when F meets Art.

It had this amazing spicy, pee-y smell.

I was brooding, boy. Than which there is no richer pastime. It muffles one with rotting plumes. It gives forth sullen music. It is the smell of home.

A battle in the shield wall. It's smelling your enemy's breath while he tries to disembowel you with an axe, it's blood and shit and screams and pain and terror. It's trampling in your friends' guts as enemies butcher them. It's men clenching their teeth so hard they shatter them. Have you ever been in a battle?

Whispers are not restricted to the bearing of bad news and there are men who smell injustice however softly it walks.

Results for I looked as respectable as the bum they were booking. I fancied I smelled better, but perhaps not. I've noticed that most of us don't have a clue what we smell like to other people. It's almost as though our noses blank us out in self-defense.

The kennel smelled like experiments and blood.

she opened the lid and was hit with a musty smell she could immediately put a name to: camp. It was an unforgettable combination of mildew, wood smoke and outdoors, an essence that resisted laundering and airing out.

Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt, not swallowed.

Flattery is like cologne water, to be smelt of, not swallowed.

What is stronger than a mother's love? The smell of spring onions on your girl's breath.

However, the crowds all the while maintained their mouse-tense hush, their air of urgency. Fear. There was a reek of it everywhere, Mosca realized, in every guarded glance or falsely friendly backslap. A clammy smell, like rotten leaves. And everybody went about their lives in spite of it, because fear was part of their lives.

The past was all around her. She could smell it. It did not feel dead. It felt alive, and as curious about her as she was about it.

Whatever a guidebook says, wether or not you leave somewhere with a sense of the place is entirely a matter of smell and instinct.

The grease from the awful lunch buffet took to the air, becoming more a skin coating than a smell. Who ate that stuff? she wondered. Buffalo wings dating back to the Carter administration. Hot dogs that sit in water until, well, until they were gone. French fries so oily it makes picking them up a near impossibility. Fat men circled the dishes and piled their Styrofoam plates to dizzying heights. Olivia could almost see their arteries hardening in the dim light. Some

The gum looked fresh. I sniffed it and it smelled all right. I licked it and waited for a while. When I did not die, I crammed it into my mouth: Wrigley's Double Mint.