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...

I like the rain; it brings your fragrance everywhere and the nature smells your aroma.

Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.

The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi’s hair smelled.

There was a sound you could smell / like you were inhaling tomorrow.

Candy is full of taste. But so is shit, because taste is full of smell.

The smell of new office supplies is so satisfying while being kicked out of Staples for inappropriate behavior with a file folder is so embarrassing.

CDs, too. Totally corporate. They look real cheap and soulless and they don’t smell of anything.

Sleep in my arms like a little cat; I love your snoring and your smell.

The smell of frustration cannot compete with the stench of non-creation

One of the things that you’re not really in control of – apart from everything – is your smell.

I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

I’d choose smell.” But of course with that comes the loss of taste too. But who cares? I could eat cheap, flavorless gruel everyday with stinky people and be perfectly happy.

There are seventy-five perfumes, which it is very necessary that a criminal expert should be able to distinguish from each other, and cases have more than once within my own experience depended upon their prompt...

No matter how sweet is smells, if you know it will give you a discomfort later, don’t even attempt to taste it. Discipline yourself to stay out of sin!

I hover over the expensive Scotch and then the Armagnac, but finally settle on a glass of rich red claret. I put it near my nose and nearly pass out. It smells of old houses...

I had a dream about you. I had an erection the size of your nose, though I could breathe through mine while yours was congested. The air smelled like pee to me.

I could smell something. Fear.I could taste it now.It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him …

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.

But a smell shivered him awake.It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the tang of pine needles. It was the musk of...

Sheer, unadulterated fear?

But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for...

Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking- glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you?...

If you don’t smell good, then you don’t look good.

Money doesn’t smell”, … but feels profiteers. (“L’argent n’a pas d’odeur”, … – Mais sent les profiteurs.)

Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.

t smells in. Let the smell of hot tarmac in the summer remind you of a meal you ate the first time you landed in a hot place, when the ground smelled like it was...

You’re very kind,” said Colonel Jack Hamilton.

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered…the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls…bearing resiliently, on tiny and...

If you had a clone, and you weren’t wearing perfume and your clone was, I’d automatically think your clone was more attractive.

Faeces by any other name would smell as gross

As soon as I got into the library I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I got a whiff of the leather on all the old books, a smell that got real strong...

When I smell small, my nose gets clogged up. Think what would happen if I whiffed medium or large.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.

Flowers and fear are a lot alike. For one, flowers and fear have a distinct smell, and two, I’m currently trying to grow both in my garden.

Vinegar: that’s what fear smells like.

I had a dream I was in an old woman’s closet peeing on a giant shoe. Sorry grandma I thought it was the bathroom. I hate vacations where someone carries you out of the car...

Air freshener is man’s pitiful attempt to have his food smell as good, after digestion, as they did, before ingestion.

He methodically basted the dark skin of the Alsatian, which he had stuffed with garlic and herbs.”One rule in life”, he murmured to himself. “If you can smell garlic, everything is all right”.

One might trouble one’s dainty snout with a whiff of the taleggio displayed in an artisanal cheese shop, or take a saucer of jasmine tea and a knuckle of fennel-scented snuff at a counter of...

My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart feels the different then and now.

The cup had a lot of volume, so I poured in a lot of noise and sipped it up to my ears. And what I heard didn’t smell like coffee, but it did taste like...

Fish is the only food that is considered spoiled once it smells like what it is.

She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

Jede menschliche Nase riecht unweigerlich sofort den zarten Hauch von Unabhängigkeit, Gewohnheit, zu befehlen, Gewohnheit, überall das Beste für sich zu wählen, leichter Weltverachtung und beständiger Machtverantwortung, der von einem großen und sicheren Einkommen aufstieg.

I smell freedom, it smells like slow heavy rain drops hitting the warm, thick detached red dust of a busy unpaved road.

I actually get quite sad when I smell bacon.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. Hisbreaths tickle my ear, and I close my eyes, letting myself finally relax. Hesmells like wind and sweat and soap, like...

Your deceit smells like a fake mustache. Nobody stole my facial hair. I shaved this morning and donated half of it to the Humane Society. The other half I kept for sentimental petting reasons.