Quotes About Smell

I am digging the grave of love, skeleton not found till now, Just the rotten smell . R v sure it exists ?

I noticed that in Tokyo people didn't smell. It was funny. I couldn't smell them, and they didn't say very much: the trains were packed but it was quite silent, like being jammed into a carriage with a thousand shop-window mannequins.

It's easy to make your life into stories. But it's harder to sustain real memories…The difference between a story and a real memory, the real experience has a smell and is dirty and is not wrapped up in simple endings. The real memories are what effects me now. Things can appear that you don't want to see, where you're not safe, and even if you don't actually unleash the memories, the effect is there. It's in your body.

I thought I could smell the sorcery in him, a sharp pungent mix of cinnamon and pepper and resin of pine, and deep below it burning woodsmoke.

My favourite place in the whole city was the Sempere & Sons bookshop on Calle Santa Anna. It smelled of old paper and dust and it was my sanctuary, my refuge.

It smells odd," Fermín remarked. "Like a rancid fart, from a councilman or a lawyer.

finished. I can smell it, Elaine said. Chocolate. I helped, Tina said. She talks clearly for her age. My boys were chatterboxes

When the three girls stepped outside, Nancy took a deep breath of air. She loved the earthy smell of the forests surrounding the lake resort, particularly the scent of the tall pines. "What a day!" she exclaimed. Only a few fleecy white clouds broke the clear blue sky.

I held it close to my face and smelled the ink. I have always loved the smell of ink in a new book.

I had a smell in my nose that just wouldn't go away, and I hated it. It was coating my lungs inside, I thought, and I'd spend the rest of my life breathing it in and breathing it out. The odor was composed of burning building materials, scorched bodies, and disintegrating vampires. It was the smell of hatred.

I know you're there. I can smell your filthy cigars!

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it's the smell of schizophrenia.

Hannibal could smell him.

Heavy in her nostrils the smell of the goat.

The room smelled of wood smoke and rosemary. Silver candelabra

The room smelled of wood smoke and rosemary. Silver candelabra, buried in the garden during the war

The smell of leaves and wet black earth mingled with the sharp smell of the sea.

The breeze of morning lifted in the bush and the smell of leaves and wet black earth mingled with the sharp smell of the sea. Myriads of birds were singing. A goldfinch flew over the shepherd's head and, perching on the tiptop of a spray, it turned to the sun, ruffling its small breast feathers. And now they had passed the fisherman's hut, passed the charred-looking lit

The world is defined by smells – not words or shapes or sounds.

Maybe we need to literally come to our senses, to return to our sense of taste, touch, sight, smell, hearing and find sustenance in them, inspiration. Life is, after all, a sensual experience. Our senses have the power to truly transport us but also to ground us. Make us human.

In my lap I had my dear little pug, the smell of whose ears will always be sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Araby and the scent of heliotrope combined.

the smell of Satan rose up out of the bag and surrounded my soul.

Ahh! Lady Pillows. So much fluffier than mine." He took a giant whiff. "Why does everything girlie smell so delightful?" "Because we acknowledge the importance of basic hygiene. And periodically clean our bathrooms." "Brilliant. I should write that down. After all, it takes a village.

Hey, that spot over there smells pretty good. This area has been peed on a lot.