Quotes About Smell

I love a good goatee. I'm actually obsessed with goatees. I do like my men smooth, though. I like him to smell really good, so a great cologne is always hot.

I'm a very big fan of winter-flowering shrubs and bulbs. You have the smell, you have the color - it's really like a present from God when something like that is in flower in the middle of the snow.

Saxansaxo', for example, meant the smell and the coolness carried on the wind from a place where it's raining to a place where it isn't. how could one word mean something so marvellous?

The stairwell smelled of piss and stale beer—two stages in a conjugation that usually ends with "dead-drunk guy facedown in his own vomit.

There is absolutely no necessity to learn how to read; meat smells a mile off, anyway.

Oh, yes! They, like the lotus flower, make your trouble forgotten. It smell so like the waters of Lethe, and of that fountain of youth that the Conquistadores sought for in the Floridas, and find him all too late. Whilst

El olor a castañas asadas se mezcla con el anhídrido carbónico de los escapes.

The boy moths get fooled by a smell? No, they get fooled by sex. All males do.

The question about those aromatic advertisements that perfume companies are having stitched into magazines these days is this: under the freedoms guaranteed by the First Amendment, is smelling up the place a constitutionally protected form of expression?

The smell of home was indistinguishable from the smell of leaving home: each inhalation a mix of familiarity and fear.

Theres no stink more sorrorful than the stink of wet, burnt paper. It means: the end.

Foul Ole Ron was a physical schizophrenic. There was Foul Ole Ron, and there was the smell of Foul Ole Ron, which had obviously developed over the years to such an extent that it had a distinct personality

Nothing is more reassuring, nothing is more true to the comfortable spirit of English occultism, than the smell of Brussels sprouts cooking

Dory mentally added another grand to the tally sheet for this job as a heat tax. And then another for the mosquitoes. And what the hell, a third for the freaking smell

The sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his face—as if! I'm surprised he doesn't smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.

Turn the lights of please, Ava," she whispered, and I remember her breath hot and rummy on our cheeks. To this day I think of rum as a marine smell; the scent of it on an adult's breath turned the world as small and dark as a boat hold.

My daughter Lila loves the smell of gasoline - she always says, 'Mummy, keep the door open ' when I'm filling up the car. I've heard it is one of the most preferred scents in the world - maybe that's something to study for my next fragrance!

Ja minusta on hauska keskustella kirjoista sellaisten ihmisten kanssa, joista on hauska keskustella kirjoista. Minä pidän paperista. Minä pidän sen tunnusta ja siitä miltä kirja tuntuu takataskussa. Pidän myös kirjan tuoksusta.

Bookstores attract the right kind of folk. Good people like A.J. and Amelia. And I like talking about books with people who like talking about books. I like paper. I like how it feels, and I like the feel of a book in my back pocket. I like how a new book smells

Ti?m sách h?p d?n má»™t s? ki?u ng??i. Anh thích nói chuy?n v? sách vá»›i nh?ng ng??i Ä'am mê nó. Anh thích nh?ng t? gi?y. Anh thích c?m xúc chúng Ä'em l?i, anh cÅ©ng thích có má»™t quy?n sách trong c?p n?a. Anh còn thích c? mùi sách má»›i.

We had come so close to greatness. We had smelled it, and it smelled like roast pig. Everybody likes the smell of roast pig. But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?

The Giant rested back in his chair. "You've some stories left," he said. " I can smell them on your skin.

emotional memories: A song can elicit a feeling, an association with an experience that took place years ago. The smell of roasted turkey or freshly baked bread may elicit a warm sense of belonging, or a melancholy sense of a lost past.

Sometimes I ask myself how autumn smells? My answer: it's the smell of the autumn leaves firework and red wine.