History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried,… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“…a negligée of robin's-egg blue laid out upon the bed diffused a faint perfume, elusive and familiar. On a chair were a… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
