Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.
You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.
Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
Smell is the closest thing human beings have to a time machine.
Smells are the fallen angels of the senses.
Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.
To smell, though well, is to stink.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...
Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells.
Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.
To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.
Look around you...Feel the wind, smell the air. Listen to the birds and watch the sky. Tell me what's happening in the wide world.
The sense of smell, like a faithful counsellor, foretells its character.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
The act of smelling something, anything, is remarkably like the act of thinking. Immediately at the moment of perception, you can feel the mind going to work, sending the odor around from place to place, setting off complex repertories through the brain, polling one center after another for signs of re recognition, for old memories and old connection.
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
I will never understand why they cook on TV. I can't smell it. Can't eat it. Can't taste it. The end of the show they hold it up to the camera, 'Well, here it is. You can't have any. Thanks for watching. Goodbye.'
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
We should all just smell well and enjoy ourselves more.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
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