smells Quotes

“He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten!”

“Perfume is the soul of the flower, and sea-flowers have no soul.”

“He could smell her crackling white apron and the faint flavour of toast that always hung about her so deliciously.”

“She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.”

“It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house—to reach the smell. But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper! A yellow smell.”

“But Mr. Fox was too clever for them. He always approached a farm with the wind blowing in his face, and this meant that if any man were lurking in the shadows ahead, the wind would carry the smell of that man to Mr. Fox’s nose from far away.”

“I guess I had never bothered to consider that there might such a thing as a boy, but now that I had found one, I thought it was just about the most wonderful concept in the world. He smelled of mud and sugar and an animal I’d never scented before, and a faint meaty odor clung to his fingers, so I licked them.”

“They smell like licorice! And cheese!”

“Caddy smelled like trees and like when she says we were asleep.”

“I couldn’t feel the gate at all, but I could smell the bright cold.”

“Whatever a guidebook says, whether or not you leave somewhere with a sense of the place is entirely a matter of smell and instinct.”

“There was a cold night smell in the chapel. But it was a holy smell. It was not like the smell of the old peasants who knelt at the back of the chapel at Sunday mass. That was a smell of air and rain and turf and corduroy. But they were very holy peasants. They breathed behind him on his neck and sighed as they prayed.”

“The Underlanders hadn’t been rude when they’d wanted him to bathe. They had been trying to keep him alive!”

“You know how you can tell when you’re getting close to one? The smell. You can smell a town from miles away. It smells like smoke. And raw sewage.”

“Olana paused, and expression of disgust crawling over her face. ‘What a stench! Do you people live with goats?‘”

“It smelled like the country. It was a filet mignon farm, all of it, and the tissue spread for miles around the paths where we were walking. It was like these huge hedges of red all around us, with these beautiful marble patterns running through them. They had these tubes, they were bringing the tissue blood, and we could see the blood running around, up and down. It was really interesting. I like to see how things are made, and to understand where they come from.”

“The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment.”

″‘If you take a book with you on a journey,’ Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, ‘an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.‘”

“Grandma smelled delicious. She was wearing a green suit and had on lots of green eyeshadow to match. Her hair was silver blonde. Grandma’s hair color changes about once a month.”

“Not that I’m afraid of mice,” Homily would say, “but I can’t abide the smell.”

“I smell a smell. Wrong kind of tree! Wrong kind of tree!”

“The village dogs were barking, as they often did at the end of the day. The smell grew stronger and turned acrid. I was not frightened, not then, but some premonition made my heart start to beat more quickly. There was a fire ahead of me. Fires often broke out in the village: Almost everything we owned was made of wood or straw.”

″‘Tar; Spanish onions; kerosene oil; wet raincoats; crushed laurel-leaves; rubber burning; lace-curtains being washed--No, my mistake, lace-curtains hanging out to dry; and foxes--hundreds of ‘em--cubs; and--’ ‘Can you really smell all those different things in this one wind?’ asked the Doctor. ‘Why, of course!’ said Jip.”

“Amos, a mouse, lived by the ocean. He loved the ocean. He loved the smell of sea air. He loved to hear the surf sounds- the bursting breakers, the backwashes with rolling pebbles. He thought a lot about the ocean, and he wondered about the faraway places on the other side of the water.”

“The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there.”

“ ‘Are you sure you’re a mammal?’ Amos asked. ‘You smell more like a fish.’ Then Boris the whale went swimming along, with Amos the mouse on his back.”

“The garden always made Mog very excited. She smelled all the smells. She chased the birds. She climbed the trees. She ran round and round with a big fluffed-up tail. And then she forgot the cat flap”

″‘Suppose the smell in the lake comes from them. And they can smell us...’ ‘How could it come from them?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘If you’re right I hope we smell a bit better.’ He grinned at her but she was too worried to laugh. She took the binoculars back. Yes, the man was sniffing, there was no mistake about that.”

“It seemed that, at a distance, for the past month, he had heard lions roaring, and smelled their strong odor seeping as far away as his study door. But, being busy, he had paid it no attention.”

“With tails in the air they trotted on down past the shops and the park to the far end of town. They sniffed at the smells and they snooped at each door.”

“Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he’s been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.”

“Oh, how good everything tasted in that bower, with the fresh wind rustling the poplar leaves, sunshine and sweet woods smells about them, and birds singing overhead! No grown-up dinner party ever had half so much fun. Each mouthful was a pleasure; and when the last crumb had vanished, Katy produced the second basket...”

“I live in an ocean of smell, and the ocean is my mother.”

“The smell of hospitals always makes me think of death. In fact I think hospitals are exactly what graveyards are supposed to be like. They ought to bury people in hospitals and let sick people get well in the cemeteries.”

″‘Just at the minute I’m watching the toast.’ ‘It makes an interesting smell, doesn’t it?’ said the puppy, sniffing the air. ‘Yes,’ said Teddy Robinson, ‘It makes a lot of smoke too. That’s what makes it so difficult to watch. You can’t see the toast for the smoke.‘”

“I didn’t know then that it was the smell that all gun dogs have- a country smell.”

“Fairy Bread Come up here, O dusty feet! Here is fairy bread to eat, Here in my retiring room, Children, you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of the pine; And when you have eaten well, Fairy stories hear and tell.”

″‘Fast?’ said Maya. ‘How can one fly fast enough? Oh, how sweet the sunshine smells!‘”

“I love the way library books smell: more important than regular books, a grand olden-days smell, like the steps of a marble palace, or a senator.”