I hope I never smell the smell of apples again!" said Fili. "My tub was full of ut. To smell apples everlastingly… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The hossanas of the multitude can never bring satisfaction to the discerning. Yet there exist those chamaleons of popularity who find their… — Baltasar Gracian Copy Share Image
The smell of death overwhelmed us even before we passed through the stockade. More than 3200 naked, emaciated bodies had been flung… — Omar N. Bradley Copy Share Image
A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“Smells of dirt and wet and long-gone vegetables would merge into one unmistakable ineluctable smell, the smell of the monster, the apotheosis… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just… — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
In the fall of 1988, I worshipped God in a Buddhist temple. As the smell of incense filled the air, I knelt… — John Shelby Spong Copy Share Image
I like to think that people can see that and appreciate that idea and then, by some mechanism of wearing the fragrance,… — Jared Leto Copy Share Image
“Listen. Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall? Look. Do you sense that you can’t see love? Touch. Do you grasp… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
I like to put perfume on my pulse points, but I also love the way you can sense it - there is… — Cate Blanchett Copy Share Image
Has anybody here ever been driving along in their car, smoking a cigarette, and you flick it out the window, and you… — Doug Benson Copy Share Image
Based on my time living with rats and mice in Washington, D.C., I have always assumed that animals will escape such fires,… — Bruce Friedrich Copy Share Image
He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all… — Kenneth Patchen Copy Share Image
When we are constantly recreating our basic patterns of behavior and thought, we never have to leap into fresh air or onto… — Chogyam Trungpa Copy Share Image
“I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day – the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
I envied women with signature hair-dos, signature perfumes, signature sign-offs. Novelists who tell Vogue Magazine: “I can’t live without my Smythson notebook,… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
In 'A Bone in the Throat,' he describes his protagonist and alter ego, the cook Tommy Pagano, as 'darker, and not as… — Sarah Weinman Copy Share Image
“APPLES SCENT, You arrive in the basement. Immediatly it catches you. Apples are here, lying on fruit trays, turned crates. You didn't… — Philippe DELERM Copy Share Image
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me… And as to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
As a kid, I was terrified. I was a bed wetter and I had to go to sleepaway camp every summer, which… — Sarah Silverman Copy Share Image
Midsummer Night was roasting hot. The shore, of red granite, glowed with the heat; the dark blood of the earth seemed to… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“I stepped out to the lawn. I remember the air that night, and how it was so brisk that it could revive… — Abraham Verghese Copy Share Image
On the plane, I like to read fiction set in the location I'm going to. Fiction is in many ways more useful… — Anthony Bourdain Copy Share Image
I'm sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what's on the inside… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The sun was rising in the eastern horizon as Manuel Ortiz landed softly in the broken pavement driveway of an old abandoned… — phil Wohl Copy Share Image
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“And they took the strain and off they went up the field the plough cutting clean. I can mind how I stood… — Michael Morpurgo Copy Share Image
The stillness of the early morning scene enables me to take in and enjoy many things which pass me by during the… — Rosemary Verey Copy Share Image
It's the centuries, Scarlett darling. All the life lived there, all the joy and all the sorrow, all the feasts and battles,… — Alexandra Ripley Copy Share Image
“I walk into the office of the counselor and figure out a few things. His name is Bob. It’s written on the… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“...certain smells were the custodians of memory. And once they were unleashed, their effect was instantaneous, like switching on a light –… — Kathleen Tessaro Copy Share Image
That is the way we decided to talk, free and easy, two young men discussing a boxing match. That was the only… — David Benioff Copy Share Image
I would rather sit next to a transgender person and discuss why every single one I've met smells like a bar in… — Chelsea Handler Copy Share Image
“Why do we want people to like us, even if we don't really care about them all that much? I don't know… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Why did you leave him?" The sigh that was Nora’s first answer billowed out in front of her in a cloud of… — Tiffany Reisz Copy Share Image
Beautiful and minimalist, the traditional Japanese art of ikebana - arranging bouquets of cut flowers and leaves using very few elements -… — Jean-Claude Ellena Copy Share Image
And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
