Quotes About Smell

#1. Brains don't really smell, but what's amazing about the brain is that it's almost like scrambled eggs or soft tofu, almost like a gel. The brain controls so much of what we do, but you could put your finger right through it.

Ellen Pompeo

#2. Walk in the rain,
smell flowers,
stop along the way,
build sandcastles,
go on field trips,
find out how things work,
tell stories,
say the magic words,
trust the universe.

Bruce Williamson

#3. In the closeness of the passage, the queen could smell the other woman's perfume, a musky scent that spoke of moss and earth and wildflowers. Under it, she smelled ambition.

George R R Martin

#4. He moved so our noses touched. "I'm a human who can become a wolf. Smell is really important to me, and you, Rachel Clancy, smell like mine.

Rebecca Royce

#5. The human mind and body are truly extraordinary. They are the quintessence of excellence in motion. We talk, touch, see, hear, taste, smell, and feel. We dream, aspire, and become. All that we are is mind and body and spirit - that is our universe.

Lorii Myers

#6. Is that kink I smell?" I sounded like a sexy shark, circling.

Mackenzie Snow

#7. THE BARN was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows. It often had a sort of peaceful smell - as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world.

E.B. White

#8. He smells good. Is it his soap or cologne? Or is it just sexy? I didn't think sexy had a smell - until now.

Jewel E. Ann

#9. The room smelled of books, that subtle smell which to some is stuffy and to others intoxicating, and it was silent.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#10. The thought of holy comes before holy is built. Focusing on thinking healthy, positive thoughts is a precursor to the Universe channeling divine energy through us. We see, feel, touch, and smell holy once we think it. As we think, so we become.

Sadiqua Hamdan

#11. A girl by any other name still smells as sweet, and, baby, you sure do smell good.

M.K. Schiller

#12. The smell of him and the touch of his skin, I feel my desire for him rise again and we move together.

Philippa Gregory

#13. There are three things that smell of fish. One of them is fish. The other two are growing on you!

Frank Zappa

#14. I can smell burning flesh ... and I hope to God it's human.

Steven Morrissey

#15. I snipped off the stem and took a knee.
"For you, my love. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet as your feet."
Jules smacked me on the back of the head.

B. Justin Shier

#16. The best smell is bread, the best taste is salt," Graham Greene wrote, adding, "and the best love is that of children.

Anonymous

#17. If you start to smell some of the shit, you start smelling all of the shit

Doug Stanhope

#18. If winter were a person, I would kill them. I would go to jail for sunshine, birds singing and the smell of fresh cut grass hmm fresh cut grass.

Sonya Watson

#19. Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun.

Greever Williams

#20. What is it that I especially find utterly unendurable? That I cannot cope with, that makes me choke and faint? Bad air! Bad air! The approach of some ill-constituted thing; that I have to smell the entrails of some ill-constituted soul!

Friedrich Nietzsche

#21. My fingers are blistered and they smell like lighter fluid - like burnt tin foil and rusted silverware. Quick question: Is it still considered heroin chic if I'm actually using heroin? No? Whatever.

Kris Kidd

#22. What's that smell?" Reynolds asked.
That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in."
DeForrest sniffed the air. "Shit?" he asked.
Captain Suzie shrugged. "Manure.

David Wellington

#23. Sometimes I think her chest is made of ice, and she has to stay emotionally cold to hide the smell of a roting heart.

Anne Bishop

#24. I smell the fresh sea air, and have never felt so at home in my life, out on the open waters, no land as far as the eye can see. It's amazing, beautiful and the air smells of adventure, just the way it should. Just the way it always would if I could control everythig.

Naya S.

#25. The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

Juvenal

#26. Mr Speaker, I smell a rat; I see him forming in the air and darkening the sky; but I will nip him in the bud.

Boyle Roche

#27. There is nothing like the smell of books, both new and old. If someone ever bottled the smell, I would be all over it .

Tiffany King

#28. Downstairs in the kitchen, Marco and Sophia - my grandparents, who have insisted I call them by their first names - were already there. Sophia stood over the oven, pans hissing, as the smell of bacon filled the air. Marco sat at the table, the morning newspaper opened up in front of him.

Jessica Sorensen

#29. The heart, when broken, is like sweet gums and spices when beaten; for as such cast their fragrant scent into the nostrils of men, so the heart, when broken, casts its sweet smell into the nostrils of God.

John Bunyan

#30. You smell of shadows and dreams. And dead things.

Alexis Hall

#31. I love the feel of a book. I love the touch and smell and sound of the pages. I love the handling. A book is a sensual thing. You sit in a chair with it or like me you take it to bed and it's, well, enveloping. Weird I am, I know(...)You either get it or you don't.

Niall Williams

#32. I never try to sit down with a moral because kids smell that and run.

Drew Daywalt

#33. Let my muse
Fail of thy former helps, and only use
Her inadulterate strength. What's done by me
Hereafter shall smell of the lamp, not thee.

Robert Herrick

#34. Training began with children who were taught to sit still and enjoy it. They were taught to use their organs of smell, to look where there was apparently nothing to see, and to listen intently when all seemingly was quiet. A child who cannot sit still is a half-developed child.

Luther Standing Bear

#35. Beautiful clear day in Beverly Hills. The sweet smell of Botox is in the air.

Bob Saget

#36. Out of the millions of people we live among, most of whom we habitually ignore and are ignored by in turn, there are always a few that hold hostage our capacity for happiness, whom we could recognize by their smell alone and whom we would rather die than be without.

Alain De Botton

#37. You smell like baby powder." "And you smell like you want to piss me off.

C.D. Reiss

#38. Day after day there rose a smell which Lucy found very hard to describe: sweet- yes, but not at all sleepy or overpowering, a fresh wild lonely smell that seemed to get into your brain-

C.S. Lewis

#39. I inhale, and the two best smells in my world get trapped in my lungs: the salty, cool sting of the ocean in the morning and sweet, morning-sweaty smell of Whit.

Steph Campbell

#40. You know that smell, when you put your nose up to a pine tree?" I told her I did perfectly. "No matter how long it has been, you always will. Like you are storing a part of that tree in your own body ... Everything stays true. You are yourself, no matter how much you have to change.

Ramona Ausubel

#41. Smell is a strange sight. It evokes sentimental landscapes through a sudden sketching of the subconscious.

Fernando Pessoa

#42. Monoculture wants you to forget that the joy of life is in the community of the village, where you can touch, taste, smell, feel and experience a motley potpourri of cultural vicissitudes.

Bryant McGill

#43. I smell wet pavement, and pretend that this is all there is.

Veronica Roth

#44. THERE ARE MEMORIES we cannot escape. We take them with us wherever we go, however far, like it or not. They pursue us or accompany us in good times and in bad. We smell their scents. We hear their sounds. We delight in them or dread them. By day and by night. My

Jan-Philipp Sendker

#45. It is a sense you do not possess, and hence I cannot explain it to you," she added condescendingly. "Imagine trying to explain a sense of smell to someone who had none. What sounds like an arbitrary, almost mystic ability is no different from smelling apple blossoms in the dark.

Robin Hobb

#46. Air freshener is man's pitiful attempt to have his food smell as good, after digestion, as they did, before ingestion.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

#47. The bodies. Oh God, the bodies. And the blood and the screams and the smell of it all, like overripe peaches stuffed with pennies.

Carrie Ryan

#48. When the doors are open big gusts of cold air sweep into the car, and suddenly it smells damp and earthly, that early smell that tells you all the snow and ice is melting and someday the sun will come out again.

And maybe it will, for some other girl.

Amanda Maciel

#49. I don't eat bubble gum, but I like the smell.

Karl Lagerfeld

#50. I smell it again, his scent. The calming aroma. The one that's become my new favorite. I take a deeper breath.

Katie McGarry

#51. He methodically basted the dark skin of the Alsatian, which he had stuffed with garlic and herbs.
"One rule in life", he murmured to himself. "If you can smell garlic, everything is all right".

J.G. Ballard

#52. Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled.
'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.'
'My godlike physique?'
'The smell, Ruthan.

Steven Erikson

#53. Everything about the house was rich, and dense, and rooted. It was everything I wasn't. Even the air, with its distinct smell of oak wood and sage, spoke to its identify and its history. I couldn't help but feel small here. Overwhelmed. Incompatible.

Bianca Scardoni

#54. I love Miami; I miss it so much. I miss the beach, the peace it brings you. I love the sound and smell of the sea.

Genesis Rodriguez

#55. The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles of autumns past and she suddenly wished that it was appropriate for someone her age to do such a thing.

Abby Slovin

#56. When I got on set, and these huge, big lights come on, it brings on a smell - it's almost like the smell of a light burning a little bit - and I said, 'This reminds me of my childhood,' because I grew up onstage.

Tia Mowry

#57. I want my home to look good, feel good, and smell good. I want it to be inclusive, to reflect the people who live there.

Cindy Crawford

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

Steve Wynn

#59. You are just a bowl full of cherries," Cynthia snatched the phone away and started dialing.
"No my dear doctor friend, you are confused with someone who wants to blow smoke up your furry butt. What I am is a bowl full of wake the hell up and smell the roses.

Quinn Loftis

#60. Heliotrope. To be sowed in the spring. A delicious flower, but I suspect it must be planted in boxes and kept in the house in the winter. The smell rewards the care.

Thomas Jefferson

#61. Mmpf. You're so heavy. Do you have bricks in your pocket? Get off me."
"But you're so warm," he whines. "And soft. And you smell so good. Like woman and sex and me.

Christina Lauren

#62. I love the smell of coffee when I wake up in the morning. It gives me the awesome feeling of hope!

Avijeet Das

#63. What is the colour of abstraction? What is the smell of hope?

Richard Dawkins

#64. That would be like making a pact with Lucifer. (Zarek)
Yes, but I don't smell like sulfur. And I happen to dress better. Luc always looks like a pimp. (Dionysus)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#65. if cant stop and smell the roses whats the pointof going through the garden?

Paris Dixon

#66. 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

#67. The smell coming off my flesh had gone from simple stinkiness to something weird and almost appetizing, close to sour-cream-and-onion potato chips.

Eliot Schrefer

#68. I stare at the table for a moment, lost in thoughts of what it will be like to hold a human being that I made in my hands. I can write a song and I can play it until my fingers bleed, but I can't carry music in my hands. I can't touch it or smell it. I can't give it my heart.

Cassia Leo

#69. Nothing smelled worse than the death of another human being. Not horses or cattle or rotten whales washed onto a beach. Human death was the smell of what hid in the future, waiting for you.

Robert Crais

#70. Even after everything else has gone wrong, pancakes still smell the same.

Claire Legrand

#71. Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends' secret places.

Tana French

#72. Capitano Perduto, I'm a firm believer that you have to taste a country's soul to understand it and to grasp its people. And by soul I mean what grows there, what its people see and smell and touch every day, what travels through them and shapes them from the inside out.

Nina George

#73. The smell of the nail polish made me think of Amber and the rest of my friends. I missed them, but in theory. It wasn't them I missed, but friendship. QUITE YET.

David Levithan

#74. Can you smell it? The scent of new books. Unread adventures. Friends you haven't met yet, hours of magical escapism awaiting you.

Katarina Bivald

#75. You smell of cheap cigarettes and dirty sex.

Alexis Hall

#76. Nothing else dangerous we could find. Other than Wayne's body odor." "That's the smell of incredibleness," Wayne called from inside.

Brandon Sanderson

#77. Self-pity ? I see no moral objections to it, the smell drives people away, but that's a practical objection, and occasionally an advantage.

E. M. Forster

#78. There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it, by their very being there's fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out.

Peter Mullan

#79. Women have a better sense of smell than men do, and it's even sharper in the middle of their menstrual cycle, when estrogen levels peak and women are more likely to be deciding whether a man's attractive.

Helen Fisher

#80. Home is home, no? - whatever layabouts you live with, whatever tempers and timidities. I was glad to glimpse them, and glad to go to my own bed among them, with the right smell and the right hollows holding me ...

Margo Lanagan

#81. The empathic understanding of the experience of other human beings is as basic an endowment of man as his vision, hearing, touch, taste and smell

Heinz Kohut

#82. All I can see is desolation, all I can smell is decay, all I can hear is the creaking, cracking sigh of undead voices on the wind, yet all I feel is hope. 18:00,

Frank Tayell

#83. I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.

Robert Fanney

#84. People aren't buying records like they used to, so it's nice to try to figure out a way to make them do it. I would enjoy the same thing to own an old movie house, to try to trick people to come in - like having 3-D or Smell-o-Vision or Vibra-Vision or something. Mcguffins to get people interested.

Jack White

#85. Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing.
I know they smell just as well as I know I existed.
They're things known from the outside.
But now I know with my breathing from the back of my head.

Alberto Caeiro

#86. I've been sniffing out the guys in my English class (to the extent that this is possible without getting my throat cut), but they smell the same way they always do: like feet and testicles. As opposed to freesias.
I don't want to keep sniffing them, Lyd.
- Letter from Seb to Lyd.

Jaclyn Moriarty

#87. There are many ways for organisms to probe the external world. Some smell it, others listen to it, many see it. Each species, therefore, lives in its own unique sensory world of which other species may be partially or totally unaware.

Richard Axel

#88. He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm. You smell so good."

"Oh, yeah," I said, smirking. "I call this new perfume 'Le Jungle grime et tropical BO.' "

"Dirt and sweat. Very sexy.

James Patterson

#89. They say dogs ignore their reflections in mirrors because they can't smell them. Dogs, unlike people, are not fooled by what they see.

Theodore Sturgeon

#90. Isn't the smell of coffee the best alarm clock?

S.A. Tawks

#91. The other dry shampoo I was using was wet feeling but I love Prive's smell and how light and airy my hair feels afterwards!

Sarah

#92. I'm kind of a crazy person about hand sanitizer. I carry the plain ones that smell like aloe, from Target or CVS.

Odette Annable

#93. And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains.

John Green

#94. There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

Carrie Jones

#95. She followed him into a dark parlor to which clung the musky sweet smell of clean Negro, snuff, and Hearts of Love hairdressing. Several shadowy forms rose when she entered.

Harper Lee

#96. Men still wear cologne, but I wish they wouldn't. No matter what you may believe, all men's fragrances smell like the air freshener in a taxi.

Patricia Marx

#97. Mothers smell blood before the wound is given. We see the rent place on the child's arm before the arrow strikes.

Kaye Gibbons

#98. Sometimes I ask myself what autumn smells like? My answer is smell of the fireworks of autumn leaves and red wine.

Bryanna Reid

#99. He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled.
"You smell so good in the rain," he explained.
"In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously.
He sighed. "Both, always both.

Stephenie Meyer

#100. I discovered news of old horrors in old books; read intelligence of old atrocities in old periodicals; always in the back of my mind, every day a bit louder, I heard the seashell drone of some growing, coalescing force; I seemed to smell the bitter ozone aroma of lightings-to-come.

Stephen King