Quotes About Smells

They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

We'd incorporated Asia into our bones - its colours and laughter, its smells, its rhythms, its tolerance and patience, its compassion, its lack of ageism.

never boast your dead beauties, mine being unto me sweeter (of whose shy delicious glance things which never more shall be, perfect things of faerie, are intense inhabitants; in whose warm superlative body do distinctly live all sweet cities passed away— in her flesh at break of day are the smells of Nineveh, in her eyes when day is gone are the cries of Babylon.)

Next to any kind of elegance, Claudia loved good clean smells.

The process and the great smells it produces make everyone hungry and get everyone's mouth watering. And it gives men a chance to cook.

I think cheese smells funny, but I feel bananas 'are' funny. I'm assuming Swamp told the whole story of the executives seriously asking us to replace the banana with cheese because they thought it was funnier.

The black vomit is not really black; it is a speckled liquid of two colors, black and red, a stew of tarry granules mixed with fresh red arterial blood. It is hemorrhage, and it smells like a slaughterhouse. The black vomit is loaded with virus. It is highly infective, lethally hot, a liquid that would scare the daylights out of a military biohazard specialist. The

certain smells were the custodians of memory. And once they were unleashed, their effect was instantaneous, like switching on a light – flooding the senses far too quickly and completely. They had the power to transport and overwhelm. For that reason, one needed to be wary of them.

He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.

I remember the sights and sounds and smells of home because the memory of home is the thing that never leaves us.

But my final goal is the kitchen: the big cookstove, with the smells of meals being prepared. I have a soft spot for warming my rear while a woman, usually hefty and in the know, stirs her pots. The way I see it, this is what being human is all about.

I was overwhelmed by the smells. Slow, heavy odours, tenaciously biting, forming a strange mixture of excessive life and death, of birth and decay.

He wraps it around him. It's a good fit, it smells leafy and fresh. He would make a good tailor. He has made something, made something of himself. His mother would be pleased at last. Oh God. Is there still mother after death?

I don't always like to wear perfume - I really like body smells, that's the French in me - but there's something about putting perfume on before you go out that has intention.

I don't often wear perfume, because I am sensitive to smells, but vanilla has a warmth to it, and it's inviting and soft.

After our first week of filming 'Deadpool 2,' Blake Lively got me a candle. It smells really good, and it said, 'To Firefist' on it.

He had sensory processing disorder—something we didn't know about back then—and was highly sensitive to smells.

Every forest has its own character, its own whispered rumors and smells.

If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.

I love cooking during Christmas, all smells like the hot apple cider, the hot spiced wine.

Different people's houses smell like different weird things. God forbid someone should come and nail down what my house smells like. It'd probably be a litter box... sweaty socks... and burnt bacon. That probably is what it smells like.

The funny thing about writing is, although you are writing about an experience which only you have had, you are trying to welcome other people into it, and there are ways I think of doing this, and one of them is through the senses, through the sounds and the smells.

If you (or any other mammal) bite into rancid food, the insular cortex lights up, causing you to spit it out, gag, feel nauseated, make a revolted facial expression—the insular cortex processes gustatory disgust. Ditto for disgusting smells.

Maybe the most amazing thing is how nice the fish smells. Not pongy at all: it's like seawater, salty and clean and fresh. "It's not exactly Birds Eye fish fingers, is it?" Kelly says, jolted out of her silence by the sight of a whole crate of squid, white and violet with purple tentacles, arranged in overlapping rows. "This is gross! But kind of interesting," Paige comments, which is actually quite positive for Paige looking at a lot of raw fish.