quote by William Shakespeare

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

— William Shakespeare

Most Powerful Sweet Smelling quotations

Sweet smelling quote Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WILL SMELL AS SWEET.

BUT IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THAT WHATEVER WE CHOOSE TO CALL A ROSE WILL POSSESS THE ROSE'S FRAGRANCE.

Remember, gentlemen, what a Roman emperor said: The corpse of an enemy always smells sweet.

Sweet smelling quote Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

The goals are not about the sweet smell of success as much as it's about enjoying a damn day on the movie set... I live in a complete state of grace.

Sweet smelling quote Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet

Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

War is a terrible trade. But when the cause is just, the smell of gunpowder is sweet.

There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.

Sweet smelling quote Whoever said revenge is sweet never tasted the yumminess of forgetaboutit.
Whoever said revenge is sweet never tasted the yumminess of forgetaboutit.

Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger.

The circus looks abandoned and empty.

But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.

Budapest in late May is a city of lilacs.

The sweet, languid, rather sleepy smell of lilacs wafts everywhere. And it is a city of lovers, many of them quite middle-aged. Walking with their arms around each other, embracing and kissing on park benches. A sensuousness very much bound up (it seems to me) with the heady ubiquitous smell of lilacs.

Sweet smelling quote Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once.

A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

All that is sweet, delightful, and amiable in this world, in the serenity of the air, the fineness of seasons, the joy of light, the melody of sounds, the beauty of colors, the fragrancy of smells, the splendor of precious stones, is nothing else but Heaven breaking through the veil of this world.

I loved every second of Catholic church.

I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.

A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume.

She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.

We all experience 'soul moments' in life-when we see a magnificent sunrise, hear the call of the loon, see the wrinkles in our mother's hands, or smell the sweetness of a baby. During these moments, our body, as well as our brain, resonates as we experience the glory of being a human being.

If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the Métro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York.

Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

The smell of profit is clean and sweet, whatever the source.

The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window;

the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.

There are few pleasures like really burrowing one's nose into sweet peas.

The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste it only when nobody except a human being is there to smell it. It is for the bugs and a few birds, not for men, that they dye their petals or waft their scents.

The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives.

the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

But aesthetics is not religion, and the origins of religion lie somewhere completely different. They lie anyway, these roses smell too sweet and the deep roar of the breaking waves is too splendid, to do justice to such weighty matters now.

If I were a maker of perfumes, I would make one and call it 'Spring,' and it would smell like this cool, sweet, early-morning air.

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.

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

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but would not cost half as much during the winter months.

Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them.

They see, and smell, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have.

The air was so sweet in New Orleans it seemed to come in soft bandannas;

and you could smell the river and really smell the people, and mud, and molasses, and every kind of tropical exhalation, with your nose suddenly removed from the dry ices of a Northern winter.

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.