“The odour of humans is always a fleshly odour – that is, a sinful odour.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“Ignorance is the only possible happiness this world has to offer” — Patrick Süskind Depression Copy Share Image
How quickly the apparently solidly laid foundation of one's existence could crumble. — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame. — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
There comes a time in every man's life when he needs his own toilet. — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything. — Patrick Süskind Experience Copy Share Image
She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet… — Patrick Süskind Beauty Copy Share Image
He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world! — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“And now fear spread over the countryside. People no longer knew against whom to direct their impotent rage.” — Patrick Süskind Countryside Copy Share Image
He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted. — Patrick Süskind People Copy Share Image
“He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent. — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“He disgusted them the way a fat spider that you can't bring yourslef to crush in your own hand disgusts you.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“He was a master in the art of spreading boredom and playing the clumsy fool-though never so egregiously that people might enjoy… — Patrick Süskind Art Copy Share Image
He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
No human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitomy of chaos and… — Patrick Süskind Anarchy Copy Share Image
Bathed in sweat and trembling with agitation, no, not with agitation, but with fear, for he finally admitted it to himself: it… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
With one glance he had got himself trapped in the brown fundament of her eyes, he was in danger of sinking, as… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly… — Patrick Süskind Candid Copy Share Image
“For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in… — Patrick Süskind Mind Copy Share Image
“He looks as if he were three or four; looks just like one of those unapproachable, incomprehensible, willful little prehuman creatures, who… — Patrick Süskind Despotic Copy Share Image
For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they… — Patrick Süskind Affection Copy Share Image
“and Grenouille’s mother, who was still a young woman, barely in her mid-twenties, and who still was quite pretty and had almost… — Patrick Süskind Children Copy Share Image
“There were no mad flashings of the eye, no lunatic grimace passed over his face. He was not out of his mind,… — Patrick Süskind Happy person Copy Share Image
“He had used only a drop of his perfume for his performance in Grasse. There was enough left to enslave the whole… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“Something was happening while you waited. The most essential thing was happening. And even if he himself was doing nothing, it was… — Patrick Süskind Success Copy Share Image
“He had to hold his body very still, very still, like some vessel about to slosh over from too much motion. Gradually… — patrick suskind Heart beat Copy Share Image
“He had a mighty urge to pull out his pistol and let loose in every directon, right into the coffeehouse, smack through… — Patrick Süskind Mind Copy Share Image
“In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women.… — Patrick Suskind Amazing-writing Copy Share Image
“...his sleep, though deep as death itself, was not dreamless this time, but threaded with ghostly wisps of dreams. These wisps were… — Patrick Suskind Body odor Copy Share Image
“Never before in his life had he known what happiness was. He knew at most some very rare states of numbed contentment.… — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
“We are familiar with people who seek out solitude: penitents, failures, saints, or prophets. They retreat to deserts, preferably, where they live… — Patrick Suskind Failure Copy Share Image
“This scent had a freshness, but not the freshness of limes or pomegranates, not the freshness of myrrh or cinnamon bark or… — Patrick Suskind Copy Share Image
“He was finally able to bask in his own existence; and he found it splendid.” — Patrick Süskind Life Copy Share Image
“Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.” — Patrick Süskind Copy Share Image
