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...
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
There are two kinds of people in this world: Michael Jackson fans and losers.
There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.
There are two kinds of people in this world, and I am one of them.
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.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.
Smell brings to mind... 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.
The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.
A women who doesn't wear perfume has no future.
Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste it only when nobody except a human being is there to smell it. It is for the bugs and a few birds, not for men, that they dye their petals or waft their scents.
It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.
The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured cosiness.
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
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