Love His Smell Quotes

#1. To really love Joan Didion - to have been blown over by things like the smell of jasmine and the packing list she kept by her suitcase - you have to be female.

Caitlin Flanagan

#2. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight for a few seconds. His
breaths tickle my ear, and I close my eyes, letting myself finally relax. He
smells like wind and sweat and soap, like Tobias and like safety.

Veronica Roth

#3. I love bookstores. I love the energy in a bookstore and the smell of the paper.

Chris Colfer

#4. You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Robert Duvall

#5. The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.

George Herbert

#6. The only thing that makes me sad is that I shall be leaving Africa when I die. I love Africa, which is my mother and my father. When I am dead, I shall miss the smell of Africa

Alexander McCall Smith

#7. He's silent for a few seconds staring back at me with his soulful blue eyes. Even though he never says a word I can feel his emotions rising up inside him. He reaches out to wipe the tear from my cheek and I feel his love for me, smell it, taste it, his love is intoxicating.

Sheena Hutchinson

#8. My girlfriend always told me, 'Send roses while they can still smell them, tell people you love them while they can still hear.'

Manti Te'o

#9. Everyone says,
Come to your senses, and I do, of you.
Every touch electric, every taste you,
every smell, even burning sugar, every
cry and laugh. Toothpicked samples
at the farmers' market, every melon,
plum, I come undone, undone.

Dean Young

#10. I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.

Ned Vizzini

#11. The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day.

Erik Tomblin

#12. We humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.

Jean Craighead George

#13. I'll believe it if I see it" for dogs translates to "I'll believe it if I smell it." So don't bother yelling at them; it's the energy and scent they pay attention to, not your words.

Cesar Millan

#14. The ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter, or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes

T. S. Eliot

#15. I love men - everything about them: the way they look, the way they smell, the way they feel. I love their minds.

Poppy Montgomery

#16. He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman.

Glen Duncan

#17. Alex chuckled and whispered in her ear. I'm feeling huge ... I mean I have this huge desire ... Crap, you feel good tonight. And you smell so good.

Melisa M. Hamling

#18. Amina would not know herself until years later, when she understood what it was to long for someone, to ache for their smell and taste on you, to imagine the weight of their hips pinning yours so precisely that you crane up to meet your own invisible desire

Mira Jacob

#19. You breathe.
You feel.
You see
and hear
and smell
and taste
and think
and move
and laugh
and weep
and heal
and dance
and sing
and love.
Thank your mother.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#20. So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.

Marcel Proust

#21. I love everything about books. I love the content, the way they look and even the lovely way they smell. I think a book collection says something about you as a person, and certainly my books are something I'd want to pass on for future generations.

Jo Brand

#22. Sometimes I accidentally walk into the places where I and you had spoken before, existed before, which still have the smell of
your memories, all of a sudden it starts feeling like I have entered a dark room without a door anywhere. Where I can always hear that song I used to love once before.

Akshay Vasu

#23. He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him ... and fear him.

George R R Martin

#24. Remy tilted his head to sniff the air. "I love that smell." He turned his head to look over his shoulder. "The smell of fear.

Isaiyan Morrison

#25. Jonathan tried to catch the essence of love but whether he sunk into the words of a song or the smell of his lover, he couldn't get a hold on it.

Grazyna Plebanek

#26. The heat rose up my neck, wrapped fingers over my face. His hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but him. The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hairsbreadth from mine.

Madeline Miller

#27. She liked his unique smell, and it turned on all five of her senses, wanting to see him naked, touch him while naked, hear him as he moaned while he made love, taste his skin, and feel his naked body as she seduced him with the trailing of hungry fingers.

Keira D. Skye

#28. That tight grip could kill me.Cream running down my fingers."He inhaled deeply."I can scent you.I love the way you smell.Oh,fuck it."He left her side and,keeping his fingers inside her,he moved between her legs.

Laura Wright

#29. And immediately, mixed with a sizzling sound, there came to Shasta a simply delightful smell. It was one he had never smelled in his life before, but I hope you have. It was, in fact, the smell of bacon and eggs and mushrooms all frying in a pan.

C.S. Lewis

#30. What's this new shampoo you're wearing?"
"I stole it from Margot. It's juicy pear. Nice, right?"
"It's all right, I guess. But can you go back to the one you used to wear? The coconut one? I love the smell of that one." A dreamy look crosses his face, like evening fog settling over a city.

Jenny Han

#31. He wanted to tell her that all at once he fell madly in love with everything about her, the way she kissed, the taste of her lips, her voice, her smell, her nearness ... but such a premature confession at this point could make her suspicious of his intelligence. From The Cartesian Machine

Nick Tran

#32. You could drop me anywhere in the universe, blindfolded, and I'd know this was his room just from the smell.

Beth Revis

#33. The smell of books soothed his soul like nothing else could. The store was his haven, his refuge, and most importantly, it was safe. Here he could go anywhere in the world, explore the seas, scale mountains, travel through time and space or fall in love.

Sheri Lyn

#34. If people say they just love the smell of books, I always want to pull them aside and ask; To be clear, do you know how reading works?

Unknown

#35. I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.

Kimberly Derting

#36. He's attracted to the smell of manure," Felicity says. "You might wallow in the stables to bring out the full flower of his love.

Libba Bray

#37. Elijah hiccupped and gave her a smile back. It was probably wind but that didn't matter. 'You are absolutely beautiful.' She kissed his head and breathed in the distinctive baby-scent. It was the smell of life and love and it made her ache.

Emma Jackson

#38. I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summertime, a thousand memories

L.A. Weatherly

#39. I love the smell of male urine and the reek of his groin on my bath towels after he'd had a shower

J.G. Ballard

#40. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human skin, his human breath, his human hair, and for the first time, I would give anything to be human too.

Alysha Speer

#41. While he waited, he made up the bed,more to discourage Meg from falling back into it than because he wanted to tidy the room. Besides, running his hands over the sheets and breathing in her scent made him happy,

Anne Bishop

#42. I drank in his smell, I'd missed him so much more than I'd realised. Despite dreaming of him every night, besides my secret habit of writing Honour Hussain in curled scripts on every scrap piece of paper, I surprised myself by how much I needed him.

Ruth Ahmed

#43. A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples And grow a fair amount of nettles.

Czeslaw Milosz

#44. I'm so in love with the United States. Not as a patriot. I'm in love with America like it's my first girlfriend. The geography, the people, the smell, the touch, the taste, the gas stations. I'm madly in love with America.

Vincent Gallo

#45. I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.

Mark Van Doren

#46. You know, I love plays. I love the smell of a theater. The old rooms and the carpet and all that stuff. I love to tell stories. Even before I was doing music, I saw myself as a director.

R. Kelly

#47. It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.

E.B. White

#48. And I've met a very wonderful woman," I said.

"They're all wonderful," Haller said.
"Well, many of them," I said.
"I love them," Haller said. "The way they talk, how they smell, the way they touch their hair, everything."
"I know," I said.

Robert B. Parker

#49. 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.'

Jensen Ackles

#50. I love the smell of skunks. Driving down a back road and you smell a skunk that's sprayed or been hit. I love that. It reminds me of home.

Dustin Lynch

#51. He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself.

Patrick Suskind

#52. I love New York, I love the smell of New York ... I love the subway.

Harold Ford Jr.

#53. Love, my lads! And above all, love pretty, charming girls; they are the remedy for evil, they give a sweet smell to rottenness, they exchange life for death ... Love, my lads!

Machado De Assis

#54. I love paint. I like watercolours. I like acrylic paint ... a little bit. I like house paint. I like oil-based paint, and I love oil paint. I love the smell of turpentine and I like that world of oil paint very, very, very much.

David Lynch

#55. Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

Arthur Miller

#56. Oh! Happiness
I am looking for you
In the wilderness,
In and around the palaces,
In my possessions, in my wealth and splendor, I can see you far away,
Like an illusion,
I try to touch feel and smell but,
Like a morichica you dance far away.

Debasish Mridha

#57. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses ... the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life ... to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

Lisa Kleypas

#58. I love the smell of the universe in the morning.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson

#59. I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can't see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine.

Jack Llawayllynn

#60. I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them
with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.

Eudora Welty

#61. I love judging food by its smell and feel and taste. The healthiest tomato isn't always the perfect one that's been covered in pesticides.

Sheherazade Goldsmith

#62. to myself as I glanced over at her thick ass lying naked next to me. I was so in love with her smooth cocoa skin and that fat ghetto ass. She had me hypnotized by her big brown eyes... that long black hair...and her smell!!! Damn my bitch was fine and I loved the shit out of her, but

Niki Jilvontae

#63. He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.

Emma Forrest

#64. This is what I'm going to remember on the day I die," he said. "Right before I close my eyes, I'm going to remember this, the way your hand feels, the heat of your leg against mine, the smell of the skin on the back of your neck, like burnt sugar.

Sarah Black

#65. I love the smell of old books, Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs.

Rebecca McNutt

#66. Christmas in Bethlehem. The earliest dream: a cold, clear night made bright by a magnificent star, the smell of anger, marshals and clever men falling to their knees in love of the lovely baby, the avatar of faultless love ... !!!

Lucinda Franks

#67. I've always been in love with the States. When I was a kid, we would take these long summer holidays in Texas, Nashville, and all over. I fell in love with the people, the food, even the smell.

Ed Weeks

#68. Everything's digital now, but sometimes I'll buy a paperback if I love the book. I love the smell of them too. Like the first time you open them up, and they're fresh and new. Or old books,

Jay McLean

#69. The warm bittersweet smell of clean Negro welcomed us as we entered the churchyard-Hearts of Love hairdressing mingled with asafoetida, snuff, Hoyt's Cologne, Brown's Mule, peppermint, and lilac talcum.

Harper Lee

#70. It isn't necessary to be socialists in order to love Pertini. Whatever he says or does, smells of cleanliness, of loyalty and of sincerity.

Indro Montanelli

#71. I like the way my own feet smell. I love to smell my sneakers when I take them off.

Christina Ricci

#72. Fire burns blue and hot.
Its fair light blinds me not.
Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.
I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.
Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me blind.
I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind.

Penny Reid

#73. I love the smell of you. Sea air, leather, and your skin...all of you." She sewed soft kisses over his chest, inching toward the hollow at the base of his neck. "You'll never be free of me."
His arms tightened like manacles, squeezing her closer. "Never have I wanted to be free of you.

Gina Conkle

#74. I love the smell of fried chicken.

Giancarlo Esposito

#75. I did not want His cold love. I wanted human love - clasping, selfish, and hot. I wanted to smell the rank sweat of the men ... I wanted love - reeking, drunken, hungry love.

Jennifer Donnelly

#76. It is easy to love people when they smell good, but sometimes they slip into the manure of life and smell awful. You must love them just as much when they smell foul.

Wayne W. Dyer

#77. Everything about you fascinates me, Sophie. The smell of your skin. The sound of your voice. Your long legs. Your sense of humor. Your personality. You don't seem to need me, and if you don't need me, it is much more gratifying that you want me.

Elisa Marie Hopkins

#78. It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.

John Cheever

#79. I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

Umberto Eco

#80. I love the smell of juice boxes in the morning.

Robert Duvall

#81. I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to summers in Maine.

Rachel Nichols

#82. Nora said: 'I love you, Nicky, because you smell nice and know such fascinating people.

Dashiell Hammett

#83. Sam, you need experts on this, and I love you, but - "
"I'm so new I have that new-car smell about me?

Lish McBride

#84. But identification is not the same as knowing someone through and through - the man you fell in love with years ago might look the same and speak the same and smell the same yet be completely different.

Jodi Picoult

#85. What kind of love demands the life of another? A child at that?"
"Danish love, my sweet. Can't you smell it?

A.J. Hartley

#86. Life is short, and life is beautiful, and everything is lovely. Love it, embrace it, smell the lilacs, play with the dog, and love endlessly and fiercely with everything you've got. Live without regret.

Daisy Whitney