“The elevator wasn’t empty; it was full of fragrance. The perfume that lingered smelled like my past. Starting tomorrow, to focus on… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
When she liked anyone it was quite natural for her to go to bed with him. She never thought twice about it.… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Also, just before the shift started tonight, I had walked to the drugstore across the street [...] and used one of their… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image
I have a very keen sense of smell and always associate certain people and places with particular fragrances. For me, nothing is… — Elizabeth Hurley Copy Share Image
It's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, and a wound that will never heal. No prima donna, the perfume is… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
Perfume opens endless horizons. It appeals both to the senses and to the imagination. Like an enchantment, it works on an instinctive… — Nino Cerruti Copy Share Image
Cubism is not a reality you can take in your hand. It's more like a perfume, in front of you, behind you,… — Pablo Picasso Copy Share Image
We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumes flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse,… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
“Good night. What? Those ladies behind those windows? Dream, monsieur, cheap dream, a trip to the Indies! Those persons perfume themselves with… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“But it's all a matter of taste, you say. It's true that among the perfumes reckoned good or great, there are some… — Tania Sanchez Copy Share Image
I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is almost impossible to describe happiness, because at the time it feels entirely natural, as if all the rest of your… — Margaret George Copy Share Image
“I adore my mother, but I fear for her. She seems helpless, caught in the vortex of my father's dark moods and… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
“The great hall was shimmering in light, sun streaming from the open windows, and ablaze with colour, the walls decorated with embroidered… — Sharon Kay Penman Copy Share Image
As any man, I, of course, have certain preferences. Being a Scot by birth, I'm inclined to favor those with a well-scrubbed… — David Niven Copy Share Image
“My smell stays with you? I ruined you …for what?” “Your smell keeps me going all the time. I’m in a clutch… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
Odours have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions or will. The persuasive power of an odour cannot… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Whenever I smelled the same perfume on other women, no matter where I was, I was instantly transported back to that feeling… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
<3 Happiness is a Perfume which you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself <3 So Always be Happy because you never know that your Smile may makes one's Day :) — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Listen, to appeal to someone else you might put on a pair of shoes that you don't like or a dress you… — Christian Louboutin Copy Share Image
I often have a few scents depending on if I'm playing a character. The character may be wearing a scent that perhaps… — Cate Blanchett Copy Share Image
Eclecticism is the degree zero of contemporary general culture: one listens to reggae, watches a western, eats McDonald's food for lunch and… — Jean-Francois Lyotard Copy Share Image
“It was 10:45. Across the continent Susan would be putting on her makeup now, and spraying some perfume on herself and making… — Robert B. Parker Copy Share Image
“You did that on purpose." "Did what on purpose?" "Wore the don't-touch suit and the sex goddess perfume at the same time… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
My grandmother always used to wear this English perfume called Tuberose and then she died and then I dated this girl who… — Mark Ronson Copy Share Image
Heat lingers As days are still long; Early mornings are cool While autumn is still young. Dew on the lotus Scatters pure… — Bai Juyi Copy Share Image
I don't want to do anything and everything. I want to be a brand that, every time I leverage my name, I… — Shilpa Shetty Copy Share Image
My viewers actually know about my little routine for spraying perfume. I put it on my wrists and rub them together, then… — Bethany Mota Copy Share Image
If you want to test cosmetics, why do it on some poor animal who hasn't done anything? They should use prisoners who… — Ellen DeGeneres Copy Share Image
“It is to such sufferings that we attach the pleasure of loving, of delighting in the most insignificant remarks of a woman,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Everywhere I look, there are ads marking Mother's Day. Mostly they conform to stereotype: flowers, jewelry, perfume. Not a lot of books.… — Margaret Heffernan Copy Share Image
“I’m not sure what it was or where she sprayed it, but her scent will be the end of the life I… — Darnell Lamont Walker Copy Share Image
For me, style is essentially doing things well. If you want to be outrageous, be outrageous with style. If you want to… — Francoise Gilot Copy Share Image
I try to catch at many a tuneLike petals of light fallen from the moon,Broken and bright on a dark lagoon,But they… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
“The dusky and faintly sweet smell of her perfume came to Therese again, a smell suggestive of dark green silk, that was… — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“When the smell of her perfume, something that reminded him of faint spicy blossoms and spring, wasn't wreathed in a cloud around… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
The honeysuckle was everywhere the day the letter arrived, like heat. Wild roses bloomed in hedges of tendrils and perfume. There were… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image