Scent Quotes - Page 14

• Today, look at the blue sky, hear the grass growing beneath your feet, inhale the scent of spring, let the fruits of the earth linger on your tongue, reach out and embrace those you love. Ask Spirit to awaken your awareness to the sacredness of your sensory perceptions.

  Sarah Ban Breathnach

  Spring, Blue, Sky

  Sarah Ban Breathnach (2012). “Simple Abundance”, Random House

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• Just as the bee takes the nectar and leaves without damaging the color or scent of the flowers, so should the sage act in a village.

  Gautama Buddha

  Buddhist, Flower, Color

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• Like a fine flower, beautiful to look at but without scent, fine words are fruitless in a man who does not act in accordance with them.

  Gautama Buddha

  Beautiful, Buddhist, Flower

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• I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness settles into my chest. No matter how much I go about living, there are always small reminders that make the loss fresh again.

  Libba Bray

  Mother, Loss, Thinking

  Libba Bray (2010). “The Sweet Far Thing”, p.23, Simon and Schuster

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• O Spirit of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun; The gilded evenings, calm and late, When merry children homeward run, And peeping stars bid lovers wait. Bring back the singing; and the scent Of meadowlands at dewy prime;- Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summertime!

  William Allingham

  Summer, Running, Stars

  William Allingham (1865). “Fifty Modern Poems”, p.49

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• The object of our lives is to look at, listen to, touch, taste things. Without them, - these sticks, stones, feathers, shells, - there is no Deity.

  Reginald Horace Blyth

  Smell, Religion, Looks

  Reginald Horace Blyth (1948). “Zen in English literature and oriental classics”

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• Went up from my feet to my head,
  With little chills after it stealing-
  And my hands got as numb as the dead.
  A moment, and then it was over:
  The diamond blazed up in my eyes,
  And I saw in the face of my lover
  A questioning, strange surprise.
  Maybe 'twas the scent of the flowers,
  That heavy with fragrance bloomed near,
  But I didn't feel natural for hours;
  It was odd now, wasn't it, dear?
  Write soon to your fortunate Clara
  Who has carried the prize away,
  And say you'll come on when I marry;
  I think it will happen in May.

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  Flower, Eye, Writing

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox (2016). “Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)”, p.637, Delphi Classics

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• Jacki Smith is a masterful artist of magickal candles. I've enjoyed her blend of strong magickal intentions and great smelling scents in her products. To have her wisdom in a book is a treasure!

  Christopher Penczak

  Strong, Book, Artist

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• We laugh at the efforts of the musk deer to find the source of the scent which comes from itself and despair at our efforts to find the peace which is our essence.

  Ramakrishna

  Essence, Laughing, Effort

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• You may go a long time without winning, but you never forget that scent.

  Steve Busby

  Winning, Long, May

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• Relationships have always seemed very mysterious, and therefore worth exploring. I’m single, so it’s still kind of a mystery - a worthwhile mystery, one that I want to be on the scent of. I’m not lonely, and I think that has a lot to do with what’s on my bedside table rather than what’s in my bed.

  Michelle Williams

  Lonely, Thinking, Bed

  "Biography / Personal Quotes". www.imdb.com.

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• The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

  Francis Thompson

  Love, Flower, Rose

  'Daisy' (1913)

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• In early days, I tried not to give librarians any trouble, which was where I made my primary mistake. Librarians like to be given trouble; they exist for it, they are geared to it. For the location of a mislaid volume, an uncatalogued item, your good librarian has a ferret’s nose. Give her a scent and she jumps the leash, her eye bright with battle.

  Catherine Drinker Bowen

  Mistake, Eye, Giving

  Catherine Drinker Bowen (1959). “Adventures of a Biographer”, Boston : Little, Brown

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• It was always hard work to push through a crowed of reporters with the scent of blood in their nostrils. You might not think so, since on camera they appear to be brain-damaged wimps with severe eating disorders. But put them at a police barricade and a miraculous thing happens...The strength comes from some mysterious place-and somehow, when there is gore on the ground, these anorexic creatures can push their way through anything. Without mussing their hair, too.

  Jeff Lindsay

  Hard Work, Thinking, Hair

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• Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Sweet, Spring

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• When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.

  Cassandra Clare

  Cat, Blow, Doors

  Cassandra Clare (2012). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls”, p.296, Simon and Schuster

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• Masculine exhalations are, as a rule, stronger, more vivid,more widely differentiated than those of women. In the odor of young men there is something elemental, as of fire, storm, and salt sea. It pulsates with buoyancy and desire. It suggests all the things strong and beautiful and joyous and gives me a sense of physical happiness.

  Helen Keller

  Beautiful, Strong, Men

  Helen Keller (2012). “The World I Live In and Optimism: A Collection of Essays”, p.31, Courier Corporation

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• Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “ It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent oft he hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?

  Oscar Wilde

  Sweet, Heart, Blow

  Oscar Wilde (2008). “Complete Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde”, p.24, Penguin

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• For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you're in my blood, this room, Spring itself is filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.

  Rainer Maria Rilke

  Spring, Blood, Giving

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• She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for more of it, though she hadn't understood why. Now she held inside her a cacophony of times and lately it drowned out the world. The apple tree was still nice to lie near. They peony, for its scent, also fine. When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It could be hard to choose the time outside over the time within.

  David Wroblewski

  Running, Nice, Lying

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• But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after - oh, that's love by a different name. She is the babe you hold in your arms for an hour after she's gone to sleep. If you put her down in the crib, she might wake up changed and fly away. So instead you rock my the window, drinking the light from her skin, breathing her exhaled dreams. Your heart bays to the double crescent moons of closed lashes on her cheeks. She's the one you can't put down.

  Barbara Kingsolver

  Dream, Baby, Drinking

  Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “The Poisonwood Bible”, p.320, Faber & Faber

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• I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,' he said. 'You've no idea how many times I have walked these moors and smelled them and thought you were near. On and on I walked, following the scent of you, and you were never there. When I saw you in the hall tonight, I thought I had finally gone mad.

  Deanna Raybourn

  Eye, Hands, Ideas

  Deanna Raybourn (2015). “Silent on the Moor”, p.37, MIRA

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• She's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose].

  Eva Ibbotson

  Smell, Snow, Rose

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• Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.

  Diane Ackerman

  Garden, Boston, House

  Diane Ackerman (2014). “The Human Age: The World Shaped By Us”, p.62, W. W. Norton & Company

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• And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.

  Patricia Briggs

  Lying, Eye, Hands

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