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.

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...