Quote by Beatrix Potter Download Open image ““He was sitting on a log; he sniffed the air and”” — Beatrix Potter ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees,… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“He smelled like smoke and laundered sheets left to dry in the sun.” — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
“He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“He wanted nothing more than to bury his nose in her armpits and pubis, inhaling those earthy odors cached in her peculiarly scant body… — Jennifer Foehner Wells Copy Share Image
“He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“His nostrils were permanently flared, as though he sniffed invisible winds of art and commerce.” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a… — Joan London Copy Share Image
“One time the scent of the old man appeared in the air: some combination of tobacco and citrus and soap. It was fleeting yet… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“Breathing through his mouth, he found he could taste the air. It was the taste of an old, abandoned book; of a damp cemetery… — Ambrose Ibsen Copy Share Image
Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“I am persuaded that the knots would have proved indigestible, whatever you may urge to the contrary.” — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“For behind the wooden wainscots of all the old houses in Gloucester, there are little mouse staircases and secret trap-doors; and the mice run… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse! — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“ Tuesday, November 17th. 1896 ... I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What… — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
We cannot stay home all our lives, we must present ourselves to the world and we must look upon it as an adventure. — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
“everything he broke. He found a crooked sixpence under the hearth-rug; and upon Christmas Eve he and Hunca Munca stuffed it into one” — Beatrix Potter Copy Share Image
