Smell Quotes - Page 17

Did you know babies are nauseated by the smell of a clean shirt?

Smell is the sense of memory and desire.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

...Life is nothing but trading smells.

I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.

How could I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?

Taste and smell are often the beggars among our five senses - they leave no written language and therefore no standards other than wholly personal ones. Tasting a superlative Moselle wine can be an aesthetic experience no less genuine than hearing a Mozart piano concerto or seeing for the first time an original Breughel painting.

In Hollywood we acquire the finest novels in order to smell the leather bindings.

I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.

Computers are another tool for the creative artist - just as a flat or filbert brush is. But there was a time when I left a jar of medium open by my work station for that painterly smell.

If flowers want to grow right out of the concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down to smell them.

I'm sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what's on the inside that counts. This is, of course, utter nonsense, because if it were true then people who were good on this inside would would never have to comb their hair or take a bath, and the whole world would smell even worse than it already does.

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.

Best and dearest flower that grows, / Perfect both to see and smell; / Words can never, never tell / Half the beauty of a Rose - .

I lived for 10 years in Los Angeles, and the one element that surpasses everything else - that you are very conscious of - is fear. You can smell it.

Honey, I can smell the scent of another woman from 500 paces.

The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.

I even love the smell of books.

The sweet smell of the South, of Camellias and Azaleas, clings to Beaufort's ancient and historic buildings.

I can't smell moth balls, I find it too difficult to get their tiny legs apart

Mindfulness of the body is awareness of... the taste and smell of this moment.

I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

I stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?

The local shepherd, I vividly remember his old Barbour jacket, with a hipflask in the pocket. It just feels very familiar - like part of my childhood. The smell of the wax. Whenever I put one on now, it just feels comforting.

I smell of sweat. I don't like people smelling of all these weird things. I think deodorant is disgusting.