Wanna know where the weeds at? Well I'll give u a hint. just follow the scent rising outta my tent. — Kottonmouth Kings Copy Share Image
Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“Scent is the key to the door of memory. For a minute, she let herself live in it.” — Meg Elison Copy Share Image
“Your scent does not precede you, it also doesn’t define you. Any scent you wear is a discovery.” — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
The larvae! The scent of young blood entices and draws them closer. There's no need to venture into antiquity to evoke the… — Jean Lorrain Copy Share Image
“He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
Standing, I turned to face my father. “It’s the same as the scent on Moore. It’s definitely a foreign cat, but it’s...more,… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“..And I have a weakness for those who wear perfumes.. Their scent, lingers more than it should and it haunts me even… — Sarah Adel Copy Share Image
The wolf sniffed beneath the door to be sure this was a human cottage. The scent was undeniable. No pigs, except in… — Vivian Vande Velde Copy Share Image
China tea, the scent of hyacinths, wood fires and bowls of violets – that is my mental picture of an agreeable February afternoon. — Constance Spry Copy Share Image
So quiet...it's like...all the sounds in the world...have been stopped...only you scent...in the deepest part of my heart...echoing... — Yuu Watase 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
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
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
“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
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 start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize… — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Thy word remaineth for ever, which word now appeareth unto us in the riddle of the clouds, and through the mirror of… — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire? I swear by my hope of heaven, I will… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Without stories of progress, the world has become a terrifying place. The ruin glares at us with the horror of its abandonment.… — Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing Copy Share Image
If you put something fragrant on to burning coals, you motivate those who approach to come back again and to stay near,… — Gregory Palamas Copy Share Image
I had wondered for a long time why God had preferences and why all souls did not receive an equal amount of… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
I don't know what rituals my kids will carry into adulthood, whether they'll grow up attached to homemade pizza on Friday nights,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image