“I never saw your face that night. But I never forgot your scent. Sometimes, I'd be sitting in class or walking through… — Cassia Leo Copy Share Image
“Avelina raised her hand to her face, the one Lord Thornbeck had squeezed a moment ago, and was overcome by his familiar… — Melanie Dickerson Copy Share Image
A man who from the beginning has long been soaked in the languid atmosphere of a woman, the scent of her hands,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“Spirits carry an ozone scent, and demons smell like sulfur or rotten eggs. A person might not even consciously register the smell,… — J.D. Horn Copy Share Image
Prize the natural spaces and shorelines most of all, because once they're gone, with rare exceptions they're gone forever. In our bones… — Richard Louv Copy Share Image
“If that guy don't look like the loneliest thing ever. And it ain't because he's turned his back on the world. With… — Hideyuki Kikuchi Copy Share Image
“Wartime lipstick is necessarily cobbled together from whatever tailings and gristle were left over once all the good stuff was use to… — Neal Stephenson Copy Share Image
The goblins want girls who dream so hard about being pretty their yearning leaves a palpable trail, a scent goblins can follow… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
A garden full of sweet odours is a garden full of charm, a most precious kind of charm not to be implanted… — Louise Wilder Copy Share Image
He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly,… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always… — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
What is the right time [to discuss theology]? Whenever we are free from the mire and noise without, and our commanding faculty… — Gregory of Nazianzus Copy Share Image
He inhaled her scent, uncaring of the blood and dirt and grime that permeated her hair and clothing. He was holding her.… — Maya Banks Copy Share Image
Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and… — Alfred North Whitehead Copy Share Image
The splendor of a human heart that trusts it is loved unconditionally gives God more pleasure than Westminster Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel,… — Brennan Manning Copy Share Image
Our sages of blessed memory have said that we must not enjoy any pleasure in this world without reciting a blessing. If… — Shmuel Yosef Agnon Copy Share Image
The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste… — Joseph Wood Krutch Copy Share Image
I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I never had a dog that showed a human fear of death. Death, to a dog, is the final unavoidable compulsion, the… — James Thurber Copy Share Image
Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
This morning, Tegus welcomed me again with an arm clasp and cheek touch. I wasn't startled this time, and I breathed in… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“The masculine scents of tobacco, spice and a hint of grapefruit hit her nostrils and affected her like she's dropped into a… — Jennifer Probst Copy Share Image
“Fear has always been a very important whistleblower. Our emotion and our history can provoke fear that may arrest us at any… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“Rocinante felt the desire to pleasure himself with the ladies, and as soon as he picked up their scent he abandoned his… — Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra Copy Share Image
Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
What do you want?" "You," he said, his voice lowering an octave. "I want you, Dutch, body and soul. I want you… — Darynda Jones Copy Share Image
I warn you, Kelsey, that I'm an extremely patient man. I've had extensive practice in waiting out the enemy. My life as… — Colleen Houck Copy Share Image
I find you in all small and lovely things; in the little fishes like flames in the green water, in the furred… — Winifred Holtby Copy Share Image
As she came closer to him she noticed that there was a clean fresh scent of heather and grass and leaves about… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
I have thus decided to make a certain film and now begins the complicated and difficult-to-master work. To transfer rhythms, moods, atmosphere,… — Ingmar Bergman Copy Share Image
“When the shimmer of the past is melting into the presence, spreading a scent of attentiveness and inquiringness, our mind may ask… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
My daughter Lila loves the smell of gasoline - she always says, 'Mummy, keep the door open,' when I'm filling up the… — Kate Moss Copy Share Image
I always have to have a fragrance on. I have to wear a fragrance before I go anywhere. For me, scent is… — Karrueche Tran Copy Share Image
I think scent is sensual. I guess evoking a mood or a spirit is key, and I think with the women's fragrances… — Marc Jacobs Copy Share Image
I remember the good evenings I have fished, even the ones that realised material hopes not by the fish that came to… — Roderick Haig-Brown Copy Share Image
When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
He put the book down. “As you wish.” He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass,… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
The air was cold to the lungs, the long grass dripping wet, and the herbs on it gave out their spiced astringent… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
“John Davis smells like Play-Doh. When we were in elementary school, it wasn’t a big deal. I mean, we were kids. Play-Doh… — Tammy Blackwell Copy Share Image