Smells Quotes

Feelings are like chemicals, the more you analyze them the worse they smell.

You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.

If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.

Why wilderness? Because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.

Fish and guests smell at three days old.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports us across thousands of miles and all the years we have lived.

Observe, record, tabulate, communicate.

Use your five senses. Learn to see, learn to hear, learn to feel, learn to smell, and know that by practice alone you can become expert.

As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.

Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

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

Once you wake up and smell the coffee, it's hard to go back to sleep.

Until you walk a mile in another man's moccasins you can't imagine the smell.

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

Keep it simple. Tell the truth. People can smell the truth.

Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?

I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.

The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.

Cry havoc! and let loose the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.

I've got a vendetta to destroy the Net, to make everyone go to the library.

I love the organic thing of pen and paper, ink on canvas. I love going down to the library, the feel and smell of books.

My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch on fire or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one cares. Why should you?

A man has his distinctive personal scent which his wife, his children and his dog can recognize. A crowd has a generalized stink. The public is odorless.

I love the smell of shampoo on a girl's hair.

You can walk past someone and be like, 'Wow, you took a shower this morning, didn't you? Because you smell lovely.'

I love reading people. I really enjoy watching, observing, and being able to figure out a person, the reason they wore that dress, the reason they smell the way they do.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.

To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread.

We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.

Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

Every time I get a script it's a matter of trying to know what I could do with it. I see colors, imagery. It has to have a smell. It's like falling in love. You can't give a reason why.

I seem to smell the stench of appeasement in the air.

Looking for and enjoying beauty is a way to nourish the soul.

the universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter between friends, a job well done, the smell of fresh-baked bread. Beauty is everywhere.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

Compassion and shame come over one who considers how precarious is the origin of the proudest of living beings: often the smell of a lately extinguished lamp is enough to cause a miscarriage. And to think that from such a frail beginning a tyrant or butcher may be born! You who trust in your physical strength, who embrace the gifts of fortune and consider yourself not their ward but their son, you who have a domineering spirit, you who consider yourself a god as soon as success swells your breast, think how little could have destroyed you!

The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water is indescribable in its evocations of innocence and delight.

Children are born true scientists. They spontaneously experiment and experience and reexperience again. They select, combine, and test, seeking to find order in their experiences - which is the mostest? which is the leastest? They smell, taste, bite, and touch-test for hardness, softness, springiness, roughness, smoothness, coldness, warmness: the heft, shake, punch, squeeze, push, crush, rub, and try to pull things apart.

How many of us are able to distinguish between the odors of noon and midnight, or of winter and summer, or of a windy spell and a still one? If man is so generally less happy in the cities than in the country, it is because all these variations and nuances of sight and smell and sound are less clearly marked and lost in the general monotony of gray walls and cement pavements.

The people are unreal. The flowers are unreal, they don't smell. The food is unreal, it doesn't taste of anything. The whole place is a glaring, gaudy, nightmarish set, built up in the desert.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

And with our broth, and bread, and bits, sir friend, You've fared well : pray make an end ;Two days you've larded here ; a third, ye know,Makes guests and fish smell strong ; pray go

I noticed an almost universal trait among Super Achievers, and it was what I call Sensory Goal Vision. These people knew what they wanted out of life, and they could sense it multidimensionally before they ever had it. They could not only see it, but also taste it, smell it, and imagine the sounds and emotions associated with it. They pre-lived it before they had it. And the sharp, sensory vision became a powerful driving force in their lives.

A slavish concern for the composition of words is the sign of a bankrupt intellect. Be gone, odious wasp! You smell of decayed syllables.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

I'm not the man to balk at a low smell, I not the man to insist on asphodel.

This sounds like a He-fellow, don't you think? It sounds like that. I belch, I bawl, I drink.

The seeing of objects involves many sources of information beyond those meeting the eye when we look at an object. It generally involves knowledge of the object derived from previous experience, and this experience is not limited to vision but may include the other senses: touch, taste, smell, hearing, and perhaps also temperature or pain.

What is the most precious, the most exciting smell awaiting you in the house when you return to it after a dozen years or so? The smell of roses, you think? No, moldering books.

Though most of us don't hunt, our eyes are still the great monopolists of our senses. To taste or touch your enemy or your food, you have to be unnervingly close to it. To smell or hear it, you can risk being further off. But vision can rush through the fields and up the mountains, travel across time, country, and parsecs of outer space, and collect bushel baskets of information as it goes. Animals that hear high frequencies better than we do

Nothing is more memorable than a smell.

One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, 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. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

Aromatic plants bestowno spicy fragrance while they grow;

but crush'd or trodden to the ground,diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Odors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association;

a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing.