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“He smells like rain, or like freshly cut grass—the first snow of the year. Like something I’d always known existed, even before we’d met.…

— Lily Kate

“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

“He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection.”

— Markus Zusak

“He smelled like magic and sweat and the sea, but there was something else beneath all that, something sweet and warm like honey, and…

— Cassandra Rose Clarke

“Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the…

— Truman Capote

“He smelled like grass and warm earth, like smoke and semen and horses.”

— George R.R. Martin

“Able closed his eyes. He was running. The grass was green with spring and fragrant, knee-high and cushioning his steps. And there was sun…

— Lance Weller

“He looked at the blue sky above and the green grass below and he knew he would always love this world!”

— Avijeet Das

“The smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at the end…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“I didn't pretend to comprehend what he meant. I simply closed my eyes and let his arms wrap around me. The warmth that came…

— Lucy Swing

“How not to miss those days when the sun was a happy companion that stayed to play all year round and kissed me a…

— Rani Manicka

“Summer mornings, the light of the world pouring in and the silence. It was a barefoot life, the cool of the night on the…

— James Salter