Quotes About The Smell Of Spring

#1. Spring is not yet here, but the song of a solitary, pioneering blackbird when I wake, the smell of something warm and floral on the air in fleeting moments, these signs give me hope.

Tracy Rees

#2. What I say now is that the way the world underestimates me will be my greatest weapon. People pat me on the head, and I go to myself, oh, and aren't they going to be surprised.

Calista Flockhart

#3. Also, tonight he reeks too much of beer and cloying cologne. This is a disappointment because I always assumed that a perfect creature such as Brendon would smell of spring rain and mountain bresses and other heavenly aromas.

Hannah Harrington

#4. It is spring, and the night wind
is moist with the smell of turned loam
and the early flowers;
the moon pours out its beauty
which you see as beauty finally,
warm and offering everything.
You have only to take.

Margaret Atwood

#5. He smelled cold water and cold intrepid green. Those early flowers smelled like cold water. Their fragrence was not the still perfume of high summer; it was the smell of cold, raw green.

P. Harding

#6. Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true,
Primrose, first born child of Ver,
Merry Spring-time's harbinger.

Francis Beaumont

#7. O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.

Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

#8. If I were a maker of perfumes, I would make one and call it 'Spring,' and it would smell like this cool, sweet, early-morning air.

Ann Petry

#9. The moon was obscured by heavy clouds. January was already past the mid-mark and the early delta spring would soon be on them. Already on the night was the faint, fresh smell of buddings and the intimacy that comes from the warm delta air trapped between slumbering earth and lowering clouds.

Leslie H. Whitten Jr.

#10. If the General Government should be left dependent on the State Legislatures, it would be happy for us if we had never met in this room.

John Dickinson

#11. More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms and smell their sweetest scent - for a moment I am seven years old again and wandering in that fragrant wood.

Gertrude Jekyll

#12. Nothing could bother me more than the way a thing goes dead once it has been said.

Gertrude Stein

#13. I want to remember ... Smelling your newness upon this earth. The baby-Jesus smell as Grandma used to put it. Pure. Unsullied. Like the imagined smell in the twirling air of eiderdown feathers spin-floating around the yard on a new spring day.

Carew Papritz

#14. The truth about the nature and the power of the elite is not some secret which men of affairs know but will not tell. ... No matter how great their actual power, they tend to be less acutely aware of it than of the resistance of others to its use.

C. Wright Mills

#15. The smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.

Margaret Millar

#16. 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

#17. Years from now this will be what I remember when I remember my spring break senior year. It will be this moment right here. The smell of chlorine on his skin. The way the sun dips slow into the water before it disappears. The first time I ever told a boy I loved him.

Jenny Han

#18. The seasons split at the seams: spring, summer, fall and winter. I've always pictured them as giant sacks filled with air and color and smell. When it's time for one season to be over, the next seasons splits open and pours over the world, drowning its tired and waning predecessor with its strength.

Tarryn Fisher

#19. I love going to London for a couple of days but I need to be in the country. I like the silence, the smell and the seasonal changes, especially in spring and summer. I really feel that I belong there.

Philippa Gregory

#20. The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.

Margaret Millar

#21. Children and old people and the parents in between should be able to live together, in order to learn how to die with grace, together. And I fear that this is purely utopian fantasy ...

M.F.K. Fisher

#22. Whenever he looks at me with those eyes, with that smile and that wink, it's as if a light goes on inside me.

Anne Frank

#23. The Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don't give ye a mother but once.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

#24. And hope, if it had a scent, would smell like spring, like rain, like something new and alive. Like Nick.

Jennifer Rush

#25. No effort makes a black crow into a white hawk.

Idries Shah

#26. It was Aristotle who said, 'In life, be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

Nikki Sex

#27. Never worry about a book corrupting a child. Worry if your children are not getting ideas from books.

Richard Peck

#28. 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

#29. The days get longer and the nights smell green I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.

Modest Mouse

#30. You smell like a fresh flower and surround me like spring air.

Debasish Mridha

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

Margaret Atwood

#32. I know any move I would make toward Darius, any act of recognition, would only result in punishment for him. So we just stare into each other's eyes. Darius, now a mute slave; me, now headed to death. What would we say, anyway? That we're sorry for the other's lot? That we ache for the other's pain?

Suzanne Collins

#33. In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

Hugo Claus