“His coat smelled like Irish Spring and a little bit like potpourri.” — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night. — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
“The air smelled of box and mint and thyme and newly turned earth. Laura” — Rosamunde Pilcher Copy Share Image
“Inside, the air smelled so fragile you could break it with a sneeze.” — Jennifer Gooch Hummer Copy Share Image
“Everything around me smelled musty, like when you open an old book and it smells like words.” — Meg Leder Copy Share Image
“His pinched expression looks like he just smelled his own asshole.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“He smelled like aftershave and the subway, though the former not in a good way, and the latter not in a bad… — shukyou Copy Share Image
'Mystic River' just smelled interesting to me. So I read it and liked it right away. Even the dialogue in it was… — Clint Eastwood Copy Share Image
“He smelled like oak and grass and wood fires.He Smelled like memories. Like years and years of memories.” — Amy Plum Copy Share Image
“She wouldn't pay attention to how wonderful he smelled. Or how gorgeous those blue eyes were when they sparkled with happiness. Nope.… — Dawn M. Turner Copy Share Image
“Funny how the darkness smelled the same everywhere. She could have been anywhere in the universe, anywhere at all.” — Anne Corlett Copy Share Image
Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of the wild… — Maurice Sendak Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Jones leaned in close. She smelled of wool and peppermint. "There's a man somewhere who wanted you to believe in something...” — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“I could never see his face, didn't know his name but I remembered how he smelled, what every touch of his hands… — C.L. Foster Copy Share Image
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
the sweet heavy smell grew very much less. For though the whole fire had not been put out, a good bit of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He always smelled like warm wood and brandy, even when he hadn't had a drop of drink. Funny how he managed that.… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“He smelled like fall — not like pumpkin and freshly fallen leaves, but like fall in Florida — salty like the beach… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“As soon as we entered the shop, it smelled like a musty old trunk. Just an ungodly mix of fragrances I couldn’t… — Dannika Dark Copy Share Image
“Taking her completely by surprise, he leaned down and strapped her in, his face only inches from hers as he took his… — Katie Reus Copy Share Image
“The warmth in his eyes flared to heat and he captured her hand in both of his, bending over it to hold… — Gail Dayton Copy Share Image
“I smelled of gin. Not just casually, as if I had taken four or five drinks of a winter morning to get… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
“And still the light kept coming. It poured out of me, boundless and violent. But even as it swelled, it didn't leave… — Bethany Frenette Copy Share Image
“Tim bid us good-bye after helping us carry in my three-hundred-pound suitcase, and Marlboro Man and I looked around our quiet house,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“Andrew sifted through the photos: lush, sprawling gardens of herbs and flowers, others dotted with crabapple trees, woodbine, and hawthorn- not that… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they’d been… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“It was a dead hole, smelling of synthetic leather and disinfectant, both of which odors seemed to emanate from the torn scratched… — Paula Fox Copy Share Image
“Ooh, Snowberry, you were right,” one of them said, wrinkling her nose like she smelled something foul. “She does reek of a… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“At Eversong, there were all sorts of dogs. And some of them, the ones I liked best, would lift their heads when… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
