Catelyn had never liked this godswood. She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“For me, you are fresh water that falls from trees when it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
When bow-hunting, you find you get closer to the woodland critters. The flora and the forest floor becomes clearer. You look at… — Fred Bear Copy Share Image
My wife uses fabric softener. I never knew what that stuff was for. Then I noticed women coming up to me, sniffing,… — Andy Rooney Copy Share Image
“My parents bedroom was now draped in damask, air heavy with the scent of incense sticks displayed in ornate stands. On the… — Patricia Caliskan Copy Share Image
Beck behaved himself, though it was really difficult, especially during the slow dances when they were so tantalizingly close. He savoured the… — Jana Oliver Copy Share Image
“ Ren's scent was everywhere. The smoke of aged wood lingering beneath a chilled autumn sky, the smooth burn of well-worn leather,… — Andrea Cremer Copy Share Image
“I’m barely human. I’m more like a creature; to me, everything gives off a scent! Thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid,… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
O Spirit of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Once she was certain, she didn't waiver. I had to make her stop for water or a bite to eat. She obeyed,… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
They had picked up Julie's scent hit wolfsbane lost her and found her trail again at the crumbling Highway 23 except it… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
...there began to come to her a first dim realization of God's humility. Rejected by the proud in His own right by… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
“The question that women casually shopping for perfume ask more than any other is this: "What scent drives men wild?" After years… — Tania Sanchez Copy Share Image
“Andrus turned the engine and gave her a suspicious look. “You smell like...” He shifted into drive. “What?” “Nothing, but—did something happen… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the woodland vine.… — Robert Graves 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
Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions:… — Ilsa J. Bick Copy Share Image
On the terrace of the Pepiniere, the 150 pupils of the Institut Chemique talk chemistry as they leave the auditoria and the… — Victor Grignard Copy Share Image
All it has experienced, tasted, suffered: The course of years, generations of animals, Oppression, recovery, friendship of sun and - Wind Will… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
Ren frowned as he surveyed the madness they were knee-deep in. “Why are you under such heavy fire?” Nick gave him a… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
This perfume was not like any perfume known before. It was not a scent that made things smell better... it was completely… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
I could really appreciate him now - could properly see every beautiful line of his perfect face, of his long, flawless body… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
To work magic is to weave the unseen forces into form; to soar beyond sight; to explore the uncharted dream realm of… — Starhawk Copy Share Image
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In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“She nudged his arm to wash under it, where his dark hair grew in a swirl. Where the scent of his masculinity… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Artists may here have a more subtle scent: they know only too well that it is precisely when they cease to act… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
This is a beautiful time of year with spring beginning to burst forth in many parts of the world, bringing all of… — M. Russell Ballard Copy Share Image
“I once read that during the Civil War women of the south would soak these cloth buttons in perfume and then sew… — Debbie Macomber Copy Share Image
I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,Sniff them and think and sniff again and tryOnce more to think what it is I… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
Innumerable entirely new compounds have been produced in the last century. The artificial dye-stuffs, prepared from materials occurring in coal-tar, make the… — Frederick Soddy Copy Share Image
For me, I've always found people who stand up and spritz themselves all over their clothes very odd. I'm a big bath… — Poppy Delevingne Copy Share Image
With women, my wiring shorts out. My senses respond to the physical and the chemical, the scent and sheen of her. Evil… — Paul Levine Copy Share Image
