Why should we not recognize in the lightning, the thunder, and the storm wind, the approach of an overwhelming Power, and in… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
For they (art and music) are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found,… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
I guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
I have never been much of a groomer. I take baths a lot, but I don't wear deodorant. I don't have to.… — Zach Galifianakis Copy Share Image
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
“THE WEATHER OF LOVE Love Has a way of wilting Or blossoming At the strangest, Most unpredictable hour. This is how love… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a… — Enid Blyton Copy Share Image
I think allure is something around you, like a perfume or like a scent. It's like a memory ... it pervades. — Diana Vreeland Copy Share Image
I let my head fall forward into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Now what do we do?" He's quiet for a… — Jessica Sorensen Copy Share Image
The stillness of the early morning scene enables me to take in and enjoy many things which pass me by during the… — Rosemary Verey Copy Share Image
That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to… — Steven Millhauser Copy Share Image
“There is no such thing as "fresh air" to a dog. Air is rich: an olfactory tangle that the dog's nose will… — Alexandra Horowitz Copy Share Image
Her tiny hand gripped mine with a surprising warmth, and in a shocking wash of emotion, I felt everything I knew shift.… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
And she arose from her deathbed in a gossamer gown, with eyes the color of starlight and hair as black as the… — Yasmine Galenorn 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
To preserve his life, should a man pay everything that gives it color, scent and excitement? — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
In our bones we need the natural curves of hills, the scent of chaparral, the whisper of pines, the possibility of wildness. — Richard Louv Copy Share Image
“In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an… — Algernon Blackwood 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
“Everywhere the grain stood ripe and the hot afternoon was full of the smell of the ripe wheat, like the smell of… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
Relationships have always seemed very mysterious, and therefore worth exploring. I’m single, so it’s still kind of a mystery - a worthwhile… — Michelle Williams Copy Share Image
When it comes to jump-starting the intricate machinery of recollection, there's nothing more effective than the scent of approaching death. — Gary Krist Copy Share Image
