Doe Quote by Max Muller

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

— Samuel Johnson

Try to use flowers first, but if that does not work, use a gun.

— Mak_786

“roses. You’ll enjoy both the scent and the flowers as you relax and entertain. Planting roses around the mailbox or lamp post and along…

— Maggie Oster

A light wind blew through here that carried with it scents of sadness and loss, not recognizable odors but smells that corresponded to nothing,…

— Bentley Little

It smells terrible in here.' Well, what do you expect? The human body, when confined, produces certain odors which we tend to forget in…

— John Kennedy Toole

Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring - that delicious commingling of the perfume of arbutus, the odor of pines,…

— Neltje Blanchan

“In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an elusive scent,…

— Algernon Blackwood

I shall never forget my first encounter with gorillas. Sound preceded sight. Odor preceded sound in the form of an overwhelming, musky-barnyard, humanlike scent.…

— Dian Fossey

“Moving on, while he wondered, the dark through which Mr. Lecky's light cut grew more beautiful with scents. Particles of solid matter so minute,…

— James Gould Cozzens

So behave that the odor of your actions may enhance the general sweetness of the atmosphere, that when we behold or scent a flower,…

— Henry David Thoreau

So great is the economy of nature, that most flowers which are fertilised by crepuscular or nocturnal insects emit their odour chiefly or exclusively…

— Charles Darwin

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened…

— Theodore Roethke

Perpetually crouched, quivering, upon the sternly allotted sandpile Mhow silently emit a tiny violet flavoured nuisance: Odor? o no. comes out like a ribbon…

— Edward Estlin Cummings

I culled poetry from odors, sounds, faces, and ordinary events occurring around me. Breezes bulged me as if I were cloth; sounds nicked their…

— Jimmy Santiago Baca

The odor of bowel wind is known to every human, but the fragrance of book glue has crossed only a fraction of mortal nostrils.…

— Anonymous