Smell Quotes - Page 2

the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.

I love cookies baking. During the winter, they have these candles that smell like cookies, and I always buy like a hundred of them.

The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

We know what totalitarian looks like, we know what oppression looks like, we know what the dumb culture of totalitarianism smells like. This is it! It's happening now, and the future of the world is being decided. So, get out there, make your own sites, take action!

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

...imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.

I like New York because you're kind of forced to smell everybody else's funk. So it keeps you biologically attached to the world around you.

To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.

Dogs help you to appreciate the world around you. They smell the ground so intensely. They look at the trees as though they are seeing them for the first time. It helps us to remember the wonders that we take for granted.

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WILL SMELL AS SWEET. BUT IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THAT WHATEVER WE CHOOSE TO CALL A ROSE WILL POSSESS THE ROSE'S FRAGRANCE.

Wake up and smell the coffee.

There is always in February some one day, at least, when one smells the yet distant, but surely coming, summer.

If books could have more, give more, be more, show more, they would still need readers who bring to them sound and smell and light and all the rest that can’t be in books. The book needs you.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

One not only drinks the wine, one smells it, observes it, tastes it, sips it and-one talks about it.

A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.

We should all just smell well and enjoy ourselves more.

The Liberals talk about a stable government but we don't know how bad the stable is going to smell.

Can you hear the dreams crackling like a campfire? Can you hear the dreams sweeping through the pine trees and tipis? Can you hear the dreams laughing in the sawdust? Can you hear the dreams shaking just a little bit as the day grows long? Can you hear the dreams putting on a good jacket that smells of fry bread and sweet smoke? Can you hear the dreams stay up late and talk so many stories?

Remember, gentlemen, what a Roman emperor said: The corpse of an enemy always smells sweet.

Out of the millions of people we live among, most of whom we habitually ignore and are ignored by in turn, there are always a few that hold hostage our capacity for happiness, whom we could recognize by their smell alone and whom we would rather die than be without.

I wish the camera could smell my armpits. Dude, mine smell good.

Everything I buy is vintage and smells funny. Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend.

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them - with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them.