Smell remembers and tells the future. ... Smell is home or loneliness. Confidence or betrayal. Smell remembers. — Cherrie Moraga Copy Share Image
“For a split second today I could smell home. It smelled like sunset on a dirt road. I thought my heart was… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
I was brooding, boy. Than which there is no richer pastime. It muffles one with rotting plumes. It gives forth sullen music.… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“I opened the door of my mother's stand-alone wardrobe and let the smell of her wash over me. I loved having this… — Kirby Howell Copy Share Image
“And suddenly it seemed to Olive that every house she had ever gone into depressed her, except for her own, and the… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
