Smell Quotes - Page 30

The smell of rain is rich with life.

I knew I was in England by the smell.

Nothing comes easily. My work smells of sweat.

Our natural reason looks at marriage and turns up its nose and says, Alas! Must I rock the baby? wash its diapers? make its bed? smell its stench? stay at nights with it? take care of it when it cries? heal its rashes and sores? and on top of that care for my spouse, provide labor at my trade, take care of this and take care of that? do this and do that? and endure this and endure that? Why should I make such a prisoner of myself?

I really like the smell of the tennis balls, the new ones. I don't need to do it, but it's just my habit, what I do on the court when we change for the new tennis balls. I just smell them. Maybe it's for luck. I've been doing it all my life.

Whenever I investigate a smell, I find that the answer is always bad. It's never: 'What is that? *sniff* muffins!'

The smell of frustration cannot compete with the stench of non-creation

The smell of cooking food is often a calming one.

My all-time favorite skin cream is from Poland. Its called Eva Natura with Polish herbs, including rosemary. It smells wonderful and is soothing and comforting.

You ever tasted a smell? It's a very strange feeling. I've done it quite a few times and it still freaks me out.

No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted. We could turn it off anytime we wanted. I fit a window frame into a brick wall. With a little brush, the size for fingernail polish, I glue it. The window is the size of a fingernail. The glue smells like hair spray. The smell tastes like oranges and gasoline.

It's like being a newborn, this sudden sensory overload of noise, color, smells and gravity after months of quietly floating, encased in relative calm and isolation. No wonder babies cry in protest when they're born.

Leia follows me like a vague smell.

The gentlemen like it when a lady smells sweet.

People talk about me as masculine. Because of the way I walk and talk and crank out pull-ups and smell like bacon.

Soap, like people, shouldn't smell like anything.

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

I don't wear a lot of perfumey-perfumes because I think a lot of them smell like you're wearing perfume. And I don't want to smell like that.

There's that weird and cool line that music can cross where it still gives you the goosebumps and you think it's cool but on the other hand it's sort of like also letting you off the hook a little bit with the ironic aspects of the thing. I think that's the inexplicable, the smell of a movie. That's the taste of the movie.

Let him smell his way to Dover!

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.

Herbes... comfort the wearied braine with fragrant smells which yielde a certaine kind of nourishment.

Smells are so powerful and evocative, sometimes stronger than visual cues.