I didn't know then that the sweet life could be like…

“You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now?" "I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power…

— Kresley Cole

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

— Fred MacMurray

It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that…

— Billy Wilder

“Sadness softened her nasal twang, that ubiquitous accent that had drifted out of the Appalachian hills and hollows, across the southern plains, across the…

— James Crumley

“John Mandrake was an attractive young man, and the scent of power hung about him, sweet and intoxicating, like honeysuckle in the evening air.”

— Jonathan Stroud

“It’s very hard to believe that I’m feeling this. It’s like I’ve been dead all these years and suddenly now...in a matter of days…

— Dan Skinner

“Mel eventually gave up trying to talk to him and just sat there looking at him. There was not likely to be much to…

— Pamela Harju

“A sudden change took place. From lying back in her seat wreathed in her own thoughts, which often gave her an otherworldly quality, Grace…

— Cynthia Sally Haggard

“Your love should be for me, not for my love,' he says. 'There's a difference.' 'It is-- you just won't let me love you.…

— Penelope Przekop

“For a moment I held the box, holding onto the feeling of anticipation as I tried to imagine what was inside. I didn’t expect…

— Amra Pajalic

“My smell stays with you? I ruined you …for what?” “Your smell keeps me going all the time. I’m in a clutch game or…

— Katherine Owen

“You and I have been friends long enough to know how to treat each other . . . I'm leaving for college. I think…

— Sally Henson

“Never let your past define you.”

— Kaitlyn Stone

“Honeysuckle: A hardy flowering vine or shrub with sprays of tubular blossoms whose strong, honeyed scent offers protection from those who intend harm”

— Meg Donohue

“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks…

— Brandi L. Bates