Her Perfume Quotes

#1. Also her perfume, which mingled with the crisp air off the lake below, creating an intoxicating mixture of damp earth and leaves and water and girl. Not woman, in Sully's opinion. Girl.

Richard Russo

#2. When the smell of her perfume, something that reminded him of faint spicy blossoms and spring, wasn't wreathed in a cloud around him.
Maybe it was magic. Was she one of the creatures from the many Scottish tales his nurse had told him as a child?

Karen Ranney

#3. The dusky and faintly sweet smell of her perfume came to Therese again, a smell suggestive of dark green silk, that was hers alone, like the smell of a special flower.

Patricia Highsmith

#4. Her dresses. Her shoes. A bottle of her perfume. You don't need much to remember someone, Francisco. Even one thing will do.

Mitch Albom

#5. As for her perfume, it was the kind you only noticed after she'd left a room, not while she was still in it. Even then you didn't realize it was perfume, you only wondered what had made you think of her just then.

Cornell Woolrich

#6. Wow," he said after their lips parted. Her taste still haunted his mouth, and the smell of her perfume lingered in his nostrils. "I guess I'll have to get in fights more often.

Joe DeRouen

#7. Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily.
She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.

Sarah Mayberry

#8. Long after one has forgotten what a woman wore, the memory of her perfume lingers.

Christian Dior

#9. For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

Anne Rice

#10. Love is a spark. It's the smile that says come to me. It's the flirty hello. It's the scent of her perfume. It's his new haircut. It's the look that ignites a dozen possibilities. - Set on Fire

Nessie Q.

#11. Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.

Rick Riordan

#12. And for the rest of the night, he couldn't quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

Julia Quinn

#13. I can smell her perfume, something flowery, too strong in this enclosed darkness. I wonder if this is temptation. If so, I am stone.

Joanne Harris

#14. I sucked in the smell of her perfume, Viva La Juicy, and was swept away. La Juicy was part of my oxygen supply, even for the year and a half we were apart.

Levi Johnston

#15. Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else.
Oh, right ... orgasms.

J.R. Ward

#16. What's really weird is my mom's clothes smell like her. I mean, her perfume, and so all day it's like m mom has been walking right beside me. Which, you have to admit, a pretty freaky feeling.

Frances O'Roark Dowell

#17. Charlee has my arm. She has my arm - my arm that's rigid from pleasure, from her touch - in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she's right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.

Rebecca Berto

#18. Perfume acts as an anesthetic. By the time she floats a little your way, you'll promise her anything.

Bob Hope

#19. Bernice was fascinated by Trinket because she wore her sexuality as openly as a fragrant perfume. She was also amazed by the fact that Trinket found life so easy and satisfying.

K. Ford K.

#20. The heavy scent of perfume and the red slashes of lipstick, so strong in the fifties, revolted me. For a time I resented her. She was the messenger and also the message

Patti Smith

#21. Had to run out of a cinema because the smell of the woman's perfume sitting next to me (Opium) combined with her popcorn made me retch.

Liane Moriarty

#22. She had to give her teachers credit: they were right to insist all pupils carry scissors, handkerchiefs, perfume and hair ribbons at all times. At some point she'd learn why they also required a red lace doily and a lemon.

Gail Carriger

#23. ...her melancholy mood had followed her home. It clung to her like perfume, filling the rooms she visited with the scent of loss. Surely it would try to choke her in her sleep, or trip her in the dark when night fell.

Elise K. Ackers

#24. Okay. Let's see..." She considered her past, and then smiled wryly and shook her head. "Well, I was a perfume maker, Amaone, concubine, a duchess, a pirate, a madam, and then a hunter."

Harper's eyebrows had slid up his forehead as she rattled of her resume.

Lynsay Sands

#25. He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips.
"I feel her whole soul in it!" he exclaimed.
The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket.

Victor Hugo

#26. Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

Gene Stratton-Porter

#27. A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there's a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.

Magda Alexander

#28. She threw open the window to breathe in the spring air, heavy with the sweet perfume of roses and heather. To her right was the rolling glen beckoning her to come and walk. 'Sit here awhile and dream your thoughts on this flat rock.' How often had she done that?

Karen Ranney

#29. The sweet smell of success is no perfume for a woman. Say it's old-fashioned, say it's corny, but, as far as I can see, a girl who wears a 'business scent' is not attractive. A woman who flaunts her career as if it was a new hat is not beautiful.

Rod Taylor

#30. He stopped moving among the shelves. She stopped as well and scanned the books around her. 'Such a glorious perfume, these old books.

Beth Cato

#31. My first and strongest memories about perfume come from childhood, from my mother, and they are a complex blend of her private and public selves.

Mary Gaitskill

#32. The best fragrance is the scent of water, the fragrance of dew and rain falling on plants. Water is the essential element, a source of life and energy. A perfume that, like a garment, moves to suit the woman, her skin. A perfume that embraces a woman.

Issey Miyake

#33. You might want to ease up on the perfume." "I'm not wearing perfume." "Sure you are. I think it's called 'Ode To Get The Fuck Away From Me'." I looked at her face quickly enough to see her have to force her lips to stay in a straight line. "Apparently I need to go put on some more," she said,

Jessica Gadziala

#34. We're all attracted to the perfume of fermenting joy, we've all tried to start a fire, and one day maybe it will blaze up on its own. In the meantime, she is the one today among us most able to bear the idea of her own beauty ...

Tony Hoagland

#35. Perfume companies ought to bottle the smell of crisp bacon. Forget pheromones. I'll bet a woman with a little spot of bacon grease behind her ears would attract every male within a five-mile radius.

Blaize Clement

#36. There was carpet under Blanchefleur's feet and the scent of clean and delicate things in her nostrils - perfume, babies, soap, and tea. Homesickness hit her like a clenched fist; this was worse than memory.

Suzannah Rowntree

#37. It was 10:45. Across the continent Susan would be putting on her makeup now, and spraying some perfume on herself and making sure her hair was perfect. I looked at my reflection in the window. My hair wasn't perfect. Neither was I.

Robert B. Parker

#38. Unlike perfume, handbags are visible on the body, and--like Air Jordans for teenagers--give the wearer the chance to brandish the logo and publicly declare her status or aspiration.

Dana Thomas

#39. Her mother bent close, the smell of whiskey and beer and sweat as familiar as any perfume to Kaye.

Holly Black

#40. He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.

Patrick Suskind

#41. Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered and counted the he loves me, he loves me not of each petal, where the lifeless dust had settle.

Anthony Liccione

#42. Perfume heralds a woman's arrival and prolongs her departure.

Coco Chanel

#43. I'm not sure what it was or where she sprayed it, but her scent will be the end of the life I loved. And I will find comfort in the simpleness of sitting with her on a Saturday afternoon with nothing else to do.

Darnell Lamont Walker

#44. Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus' feet and wiped his feet with her hair. JOHN 12:3

Anne Graham Lotz

#45. Perfume is magic. It's mystery. We recreate the smell of a flower. Of wood. Of grass. We capture the essence of life. Liquefy it. We store memories. We make dreams," he told her once. "What we do is a wonder, an art, and we have a responsibility to do it well.

M.J. Rose

#46. Scent:
When she wore the hat, even many years later, she could always smell her mother's perfume & it was hard to remember she was supposed to be alone.

Brian Andreas

#47. A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.

Christian Dior

#48. Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sting

#49. Perfume is a note of woman's individuality. It is the last touch to her look.

Christian Dior

#50. Perfume is a mark of female identity and the final touch of her style

Christian Dior

#51. Betsy waved her hands in the air as if to disperse an unpleasant perfume. He's such a lot of bother. You're better off - theatrical folk are nothing but a bundle of monologues and anxiety headaches.

Catherynne M Valente

#52. She just shook her head and pulled out a small bottle of some random pop star's signature perfume, spritzing me with the sickly-sweet smell.
"Oh, come on Ash, that smells like a unicorn fart," I cried, recoiling at the overpowering, candylike smell.

Cara Lynn Shultz

#53. He led her back to the house, the perfume from the acacia clinging to her. The djinn was supposed to live in the scent of the acacia blossom, making themselves visible only to the young in order to entrap them in otherworldly world.

Nadeem Aslam

#54. It is to such sufferings that we attach the pleasure of loving, of delighting in the most insignificant remarks of a woman, which we know to be insignificant, but which we perfume with her scent.

Marcel Proust

#55. Even the dry and dusty arid desert air could not get her sweet perfume out of his nostrils. That one night was all it took. She stole his heart; he could do nothing about it, but accept his fate.

Virginia Alison

#56. She sat beside him on the bench, and her presence troubled him. He was inside the atmosphere, or light, or scent she spread, as a boat is inside the drag of a whirlpool, as a bee is caught in the lasso of perfume from the throat of a flower.

A.S. Byatt

#57. She heard footsteps brushing the grass, and had a consciousnesss that love was encircling her like a perfume.

Thomas Hardy

#58. Everything is really something else in disguise. Of course she was no exception, she reminded herself. Everybody would assume that she was there as the Childersins' novelty pet, or as a Perfume-detector. Nobody would guess that she was there to look for the person who had stolen her history.

Frances Hardinge

#59. She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.

Jennifer Donnelly

#60. As she hangs out the window her husband walks below, but her husband hadn't memorized her shadow and she didn't know how to wear perfume.

Karen Finley

#61. The woman is scared, wearing her self-confidence like perfume: a heavy, sultry scent to distract onlookers from the broken, blackened pieces of herself she wants no one else to see.

Menna Van Praag