Quotes About Smell

I'd kiss you, but you smell like a gym bag.

Steph?" "Huh?" I still had my hands on his stomach, and I could feel him laughing. "I can smell something burning, babe. You must be thinking." It wasn't my brain that was on fire. I felt around a little with my fingertips. He shook his head. "Don't encourage me. This isn't a good time." He removed my hands from his stomach and took another look at the cuts. "How did this happen?

I wrinkled my nose. "What is that smell? Oh God, I didn't mess myself, did I?

The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.

Death disapearance was what you didnt talk about. like a sewer running under the street, the shit was down there, out of sight, but you could smell it, it didnt go away, it didnt vanish

We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.

Unlike the primate hand, the elephant's grasping organ is also its nose. Elephants use their trunks not only to reach food but also to sniff and touch it. With their unparalleled sense of smell, the animals know exactly what they are going for. Vision is secondary.

The sense of smell explores; deleterious substances almost always have an unpleasant smell.

Smell is stimulating. It stirs things up and makes us nostalgic - a wonderful word which literally means 'ache for home' - which serves to inspire new circuits in the brain.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

Flavor is, counterintuitively, less than 10% taste and more than 90% smell.

Nothing is as good as the smell of horse shit. You know, the streets are swept clean now, and all the horses are gone, so there is nothing in the air but the soot of your burning engines…that's why I like to sleep in a barn, to be close to real smells. Horse shit and horse farts. Those are the smells of real life.

The unpleasant, acrid smell of burnt poetry.

The cells smell is a great feature of French prisons. Ours in No.44 was one of those fine broad-shouldered up and coming young smells, which stand on both feet and look the world in the eye. We became very fond and proud of it.

Will Claxton could smell trouble brewing a mile away, but tonight he didn't need to go that far. Seated on his favorite bar stool at The Rusty Spur, a run-down watering hole on the outskirts of Willowbend, Wyoming, the place was primed and ready.

A mais antiga raiz de nossa vida emocional está no sentido do olfato, ou, mais precisamente, no lobo olfativo, células que absorvem e analisam o cheiro.

"cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend"

He is here. There is the sweet perfume of death in the air.' He drew a deep breath. 'I love it even more than the smell of fresh quimmy.

I smell your cigar. Delicious! Give me one directly.

The Library is desolation, it has a smell of its own of stagnation and death.

And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away

And when Hightower approaches, the smell of plump unwashed flesh and unfresh clothing--that odor of unfastidious sedentation, of static overflesh not often enough bathed--is well nigh overpowering. [...] It is the odor of goodness. Of course it would smell bad to us that are bad and sinful.

because Harvard is such a fine sound forty acres is no high price for a fine sound. A fine dead sound we will swap Benjy's pasture for a fine dead sound. It will last him a long time because he cannot hear it unless he can smell it

A sense of the Finn's presence surrounded him, smell of Cuban cigarettes, smoke locked in musty tweed, old machines given up to the mineral rituals of rust.