You are responsible for the odor you leave in your wake.

Wherever you may go, go with peace, love, happiness, and a positive attitude, do that, and wherever you may go, you will leave those…

— Joshua Neal Hartry

Work, work, work, but what mark do we leave, what point do we make? People who are too beholden to work become like erasers:…

— Yann Martel

“We do not disappear without a trace. We leave a wake that never quite disappears, a gash in time that we so laboriously leave…

— Lars Saabye Christensen

Drink your wine. Laugh from your gut. Burden your moments with thankfulness. Be as empty as you can be when that clock winds down.…

— N.D. Wilson

The odor of bowel wind is known to every human, but the fragrance of book glue has crossed only a fraction of mortal nostrils.…

— Anonymous

So great is the economy of nature, that most flowers which are fertilised by crepuscular or nocturnal insects emit their odour chiefly or exclusively…

— Charles Darwin

“In the State of Denmark there was the odor of decay...”

— Roger Zelazny

So behave that the odor of your actions may enhance the general sweetness of the atmosphere, that when we behold or scent a flower,…

— Henry David Thoreau

“The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the…

— Edward Abbey

Perpetually crouched, quivering, upon the sternly allotted sandpile Mhow silently emit a tiny violet flavoured nuisance: Odor? o no. comes out like a ribbon…

— Edward Estlin Cummings

Sloths have no real natural body odor, which helps hide and protect them from potential predators. As a result, their natural smell is a…

— Ann Burton

The gloomy recess of an ecclesiastical library is like a harbor, into which a far-traveling curiosity has sailed with its freight, and cast anchor.…

— Robert Aris Willmott

Never! Never, Marge. I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles.…

— Anonymous

I culled poetry from odors, sounds, faces, and ordinary events occurring around me. Breezes bulged me as if I were cloth; sounds nicked their…

— Jimmy Santiago Baca

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened…

— Theodore Roethke