Breaths Quote by Neltje Blanchan

Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?

— Neltje Blanchan

“She exhaled, and in that breath, spring was born.”

— Bhuwan Thapaliya

So we must do our very best Whatever life may bring And look beyond the winter chill To smell the breath of spring…

— Anonymous

Everything holds its breath except spring. She burts through as strong as ever.

— Anonymous

“The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the…

— Edward Abbey

My nostrils dilate while savoring the acrid odor of gunpowder and blood… Crazy with fury I will stain my rifle red while slaughtering any…

— Che Guevara

It's still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the…

— Maya Angelou

The gloomy recess of an ecclesiastical library is like a harbor, into which a far-traveling curiosity has sailed with its freight, and cast anchor.…

— Robert Aris Willmott

Never! Never, Marge. I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles.…

— Anonymous

Sloths have no real natural body odor, which helps hide and protect them from potential predators. As a result, their natural smell is a…

— Ann Burton

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

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

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