Quote by Wallace Stevens

“When I came to you out of all that dust and heat and toil, I positively smelt violets at once. But not the sweet…

— Leo Tolstoy

“the literary equivalent of tearing the petals off and grinding them up and running the goo through a spectrometer to explain why a rose…

— David Foster Wallace

“But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways I cannot…

— John Keats

“There was a strange exciting smell in the air - the smell of wine, cigar smoke, and perfume, mingled with the scent of the…

— Anonymous

“There was no woodsy fragrance blowing through my room, and the snail, especially while it lived in the pot of violets, must have been…

— Elisabeth Tova Bailey

“The old women were gone. They seemed to have ascended into the darkness like the waxy smoke from the candles after he capped them…

— Pete Hamill

“And the purple parted before it, snapping back like skin after a slash, and what it let out wasn't blood but light: amazing orange…

— Stephen King

“And others came... Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veil'd Destinies, Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies;…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Their color slowly faded from out of the flowers; but their scent lingered to honey the air he breathed.”

— EM Forster

“it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and odor, as…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Her words imbued it with a peculiar fragrance; it was no longer just her private organ, but a treasure, a magic, potent treasure, a…

— Henry Miller

“Delicate footprints circled around and around in a softly traced maze. I breathed in the scent of the deep crimson rose petals before me,…

— Gina Marinello-Sweeney