In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.
The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.
Fragrance, whether strong or delicate, is a highly subjective matter, and one gardener's perfume is another gardener's stink.
If you smell something, say something.
If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.
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.
I seem to smell the stench of appeasement in the air.
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
As for the garden of mint, the very smell of it alone recovers and refreshes our spirits, as the taste stirs up our appetite for meat.
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.
The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight
Through seven figures come sensations for a man; there is hearing for sounds, sight for the visible, nostril for smell, tongue for pleasant or unpleasant tastes, mouth for speech, body for touch, passages outwards and inwards for hot or cold breath. Through these come knowledge or lack of it.
It's so nice to get flowers while you can still smell the fragrance.
Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic - that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
Liza poured thick batter from a pitcher onto a soapstone griddle. The hot cakes rose like little hassocks, and small volcanoes formed and erupted on them until they were ready to be turned. A cheerful brown, they were, with tracings of darker brown. And the kitchen was full of the good sweet smell of them.
The best smell in the world is that man that you love.
Presently, we were aware of an odour gradually coming towards us, something musky, fiery, savoury, mysterious, - a hot drowsy smell, that lulls the senses, and yet enflames them, - the truffles were coming.
The gardens of my youth were fragrant gardens and it is their sweetness rather than their patterns of their furnishings that I now most clearly recall.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love... 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
Do the small things of life with a relaxed awareness. When you are eating, eat totally - chew totally, taste totally, smell totally. Touch your bread, feel the texture. Smell the bread, smell the flavor. Chew it, let it dissolve into your being.
A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers.
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