Lavender Scent Quotes

#1. He could smell the lavender scent of the powder she dabbed under her arms, and his own fluids, and hers pungently intermingling.

Gail Jones

#2. I became myself capable of bestowing animation upon lifeless matter.

Mary Shelley

#3. Love is a wordless unspoken poem

Tarif Naaz

#4. Charlotte Sykes approaching from the washrooms. She had changed into high heels and a tangerine-colored blouse that clashed with all her best intentions.

Amor Towles

#5. I love Thieves, it is therapeutic, if you're not feeling well. It has a very strong scent but is quite wonderful. I also use lavender. Peppermint, when my stomach is upset.

Donna Karan

#6. Though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#7. System debugging has always been a graveyard-shift occupation, like astronomy.

Fred Brooks

#8. What is your major malfunction?

R. Lee Ermey

#9. When the Great War broke out, it came to me not as a superlative tragedy, but as an interruption of the most exasperating kind to my personal plans.

Vera Brittain

#10. But tonight, after the carriages left, there would be Millie, her scent like a breeze from their lavender field at the height of summer, her skin as smooth as the finest velvet.
Their eyes met. She flushed. Desire tumbled through him.

Sherry Thomas

#11. I could resist no longer. The love, the desire tearing apart my sould was more than I could bear. I allowed him to take my arm, allowed myself to melt into him, to close my eyes and inhale once more his scent of lavender and winter skies as we walked together towards the orchards.

Kailin Gow

#12. Most people, however clever, however controlled, never hid it completely. There were chinks, clues, habits. At some point, the real person showed through the facade.

J.D. Robb

#13. Maybe some people just had trouble with forever.

Deb Caletti

#14. A scent of lavender cannot be put into words.

Marty Rubin

#15. Lavender's my favorite scent, after White-Out and bacon rind. I sat down on the steps, not sure where to go next.
A July afternoon yawned.
Mirage puddles'd shimmered on the Welland road as I rode here.
I could've gone to sleep on the baked doorstep.
Little naked ants.

David Mitchell

#16. Daire drew in a breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent of the sea, sun, and lavender. And might.
By the heavens, he craved her.

Donna Grant