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.

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

The smell of silence looks like the ghost of my grandpa. My love is deeper than six feet of dirt, and considerably easier to shovel.

No sane person resists the smell of the soil when sprinkled with water,Especially the smell of the intercourse between earth and rain.

Outside the bus the smell of sulphur hit Bond with sickening force. It was a horrible smell, from somewhere down in the stomach of the world.

To me, the smell of fresh-made coffee is one of the greatest inventions.

Dogs are mute and obedient, but they have watched us and know us and can smell how pitiful we are.

Each day has a color, a smell.

Shut up, idiot.

If your breath smells like coffee, I might try to drink our conversation. Wake me up with the words you’re speaking.

He had used only a drop of his perfume for his performance in Grasse. There was enough left to enslave the whole world. If he wanted, he could be feted in Paris, not by tens...

To-day I thinkOnly with scents, – scents dead leaves yield,And bracken, and wild carrot’s seed,And the square mustard field;Odours that riseWhen the spade wounds the root of tree,Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,Rhubarb or celery;The smoke’s...

Un miros de sărac, un miros de violență, de necesitatea de a parveni.

Flowers smell terrific, but how do they sound? If they sound like your love life, then you’ve got to take your Helen Keller Goggles off.

I still love the book-ness of books, the smell of books: I am a book fetishist—books to me are the coolest and sexiest and most wonderful things there are.

The library was a little old shabby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and...

I want to create a cologne that smells like a whisper. It’ll be for all the secret admirers out there.

I get out of the car, and I’m blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he’s talking, but his words don’t reach my ears.Because it’s my mother.Smelling.On my porch.

My facial features smell as rugged as a rose looks. Isn’t my nose the most romantically smelling thing?

I don’t eat bubble gum, but I like the smell.

Our sex smelled like love—and monetary transaction. Whatever we had, it was politics at its most honest.

—Gracias—le dije con una sonrisa, y controlada por un impulso me incliné y lo abracé, pero reaccione después de unos segundos y comencé a apartarlo —Bueno ya puedes soltarme Swanson, no se me valla a...

Tonight I can smell the season the way it’s usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you’re used to it, when you’ve forgotten its smell, then there it is...

Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters,...

At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter...

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.