Quotes On His Smell

#1. He always smelled like warm wood and brandy, even when he hadn't had a drop of drink. Funny how he managed that. Funny how his smell was in her bed.
Henry's eyelids fluttered open.
Funny how he was in her bed.

Julia Quinn

#2. I want you. Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved in front of me, equal parts human and wolf, and remembering his smell - I ached with wanting to kiss him.

Maggie Stiefvater

#3. Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?

Abraham Cowley

#4. She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.

Sage Steadman

#5. 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

#6. He made my body remember what it was for. His touch on my skin, his breath on my face, his smell, all of it so desperately needed, so utterly wanted. It

Mary Calmes

#7. Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.

Julian Clary

#8. He doesn't bring many girls round unless they're part of a job - but also 'cause his smell can sometimes kill kittens.

Alexandra Bracken

#9. Was it his looks? Perhaps his smell, or more than likely his maturity.
There's something so very arousing about a calm, controlled, confident man - qualities most often found in an older man.

Elizabeth Finn

#10. Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

Veronica Roth

#11. I recognize the smell - his smell - spice and rain.

Sabaa Tahir

#12. He is ever inglorious
His laugh is laborious
His smell is notorious
Impale the herring king!

Shannon Hale

#13. 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

#14. Very slowly Elizabeth leaned forward until her forehead rested on his shoulder, shuddering with pleasure and relief at the feel of him, at his smell.

Sara Donati

#15. He was struck by the details of the moment. This was something he needed to remember, when he dreamt. This feeling right here: heart thudding, pollen sticky on his fingertips, July pricking sweat at his breastbone, the smell of gasoline and someone else's charcoal grill.

Maggie Stiefvater

#16. Is that really so much to ask? One sexy, gorgeous, mentally stable, gainfully employed guy with an amazing personality, that doesn't smell like mothballs or live with his mother?

Victoria Michaels

#17. We must go for a day in the country and when surrounded by the gay twittering of the birds and the smell of the cows I will lay my suit at her feet and he waved his arm wildly at the gay thought.

Daisy Ashford

#18. Cole knew what the chemical smell on the cloth over his nose meant. He took one breath, and his last conscious thought was simple: Kyle.

Debra Anastasia

#19. 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

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

Patrick Suskind

#21. Me and Mama never did like the smell of cigarettes but after Daddy died, sometimes we would light one up and put it in his old ashtray. Today I stayed behind the man at Fletcher's and waited a little while in the cloud of smoke.

Sandi Morgan Denkers

#22. But she made his comics smell like roses. A whole field of them.

Rainbow Rowell

#23. When a man you know to be of sound mind tells you his recently deceased mother has just tried to climb in his bedroom window and eat him, you only have two basic options. You can smell his breath, take his pulse and check his pupils to see if he's ingested anything nasty, or you can believe him.

Richard K. Morgan

#24. He was smothered by dread. Fear. A horrible sense of being hunted.
And then one of the automaton lions turned its head toward him. The eyes shone red. Red like blood. Red like fire.
They could smell it on him, the illegal book. Or maybe just his fear

Rachel Caine

#25. His bonding scent became so intense it was all she could smell. Xcor

J.R. Ward

#26. [My father] was handsome and tanned and smelled wonderful, like a mix of the ocean and fresh-cut grass, except when he smoked his pipe, which also smelled wonderful, as how I thought wisdom must smell, when it curls about your head.

Carolyn Weber

#27. Aristodemus, a friend of Antigonus, supposed to be a cook's son, advised him to moderate his gifts and expenses. "Thy words," said he, "Aristodemus, smell of the apron.

Plutarch

#28. He paid scant attention to the conversation. He could smell his own sent on Anna's body, and it satisfied him in a primal way ... She gasped as he buried his nose in her maiden hair and inhaled. His scent was strongest here, in her gilded curls so soft and pretty in the morning light.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#29. Now what was tiring had disappeared and only the beauty remained.
Saturday found him for the first time strolling alone through Zurich, breathing in the heady smell of his freedom. New adventures hid around each corner. The future was again a secret.

Milan Kundera

#30. 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

#31. I'm the opposite of someone like David Grossman, who knows how his characters walk, and how they smell. I don't allow myself to imagine what mine look like at all. My sense of them comes from the inside. They remain, by necessity, physically vague in my mind.

Nicole Krauss

#32. The smell of blood ... it was on his breath.
What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red.

Suzanne Collins

#33. Ozil could find the needle in a haystack with his sense of smell.

Ray Hudson

#34. Is this your soap?" "It is," Val answered, sitting on the bed and watching as St. Just dunked to wet his hair. "Do the honors. I am going smell like a bordello when I get out of this bath." "You will smell like a gentleman.

Grace Burrowes

#35. Oh, smell the people! yelled Dean with his face out the window, sniffing. Ah, God! Life!

Jack Kerouac

#36. Don't you know? Adam wondered. He, at least, could still smell diesel fuel on his hands. Don't you know what I am?
But this flock of peacocks was too busy fooling to notice they were being fooled.

Maggie Stiefvater

#37. 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

#38. A man is known to his dog by the smell, to his tailor by the coat, to his friend by the smile; each of these know him, but how little or how much depends on the dignity of the intelligence. That which is truly and indeed characteristic of the man is known only to God.

John Ruskin

#39. Dogman remembered the smell of her hair, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her back, pressed warm and soft against his belly while she slept. Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

Joe Abercrombie

#40. 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

#41. And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous."
"Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood."
"It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.

Cassandra Clare

#42. 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

#43. With his mouth open, he gave off that alcoholic smell that you get from an old brandy cask when you take out the bung.

Emile Zola

#44. His body heat seeps into my side, as does his sweet smell that makes me homesick for a home I've never had.

Lindy Zart

#45. Papa," Alessandro said, his eyes closing. "She swims nude in the sea. She carries a pistol. And she wears perfume that makes me dizzy. Sometimes I go to the garden gate and smell the handle, because, when she touches it, the perfume stays.

Mark Helprin

#46. God, everything about him radiated sex, from the strength in his body to the way he moved to the smell of his skin.

J.R. Ward

#47. I doubt he'd give me the smell from his farts - no, tell a lie: in that one respect he's being more than generous.

Ian Rankin

#48. A man putting flowers on the grave of his wife saw a lady putting sandwiches on her husband's grave:
Man: do you really think your husband will eat those sandwiches?
Woman: yes ... , just after your wife enjoys the smell of your flowers.
A state of a wisdom.

Sameh Elsayed

#49. In contrast to the 'Europeanism' and the 'popular foundations' of his brothers, he seems to represent ingenuous Russia - oh, not all, not all, and God forbid it should be all! Yet she is here, our dear mother Russia, we can smell her, we can hear her.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#50. I come to writing from hearing great stories as a child in Louisiana, where the mark of a person was his or her ability to be a raconteur. I also come to writing as a professional actress whose body has been trained to listen and smell and inhabit characters without judgment.

Rebecca Wells

#51. If you're going to have a character appear in a story long enough to sell a newspaper, he'd better be real enough that you can smell his breath.

Ford Madox Ford

#52. Allowing yourself to be put in such a position that God is exalted is the goal of living the crucified life. When you allow God to be exalted in your difficulties, you will be in the perfect position to smell the sweet fragrance of His presence.

A.W. Tozer

#53. The cap was gone and the man dropped to his elbows to smell the pipe but the odor of gas was only a rumor, faint and stale.

Cormac McCarthy

#54. Good," Simon said. "If you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood."
"It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knuckles where blood had seeped through.

Cassandra Clare

#55. Marooned by all but one of his new disciples, the busker complete his act unfazed. The perfumed air seems to be replaced by a faint electrical smell like ozone after a lightning strike. When the man becomes a sterling tableau in the setting sun, Leah stares into his unblinking moonstone eye.

Laura Treacy Bentley

#56. Otter pulls me up to the bar and leans over. "What's wrong? You stink!"
he shouts.
I glare at him. "I smell fine, you asshole. I used your cologne."
He rolls his eyes and comes closer, his lips against my ear. I shiver. "I
said, what do you want to drink?

T.J. Klune

#57. The whole house, its very walls, was impregnated with a smell of vitality that he was unused to. He thought about his own apartment, where it was so easy to decide simply not to exist.

Paolo Giordano

#58. He let Tech's cock slide from his mouth, then eagerly began nuzzling and lapping at the crinkled skin covering his balls. The clean smell of soap mixed with Tech's own musk had Steele ready to plunge deep inside and claim this man. "Don't

A.E. Via

#59. Valek coalesced from the shadows and wrapped me in his long lean arms. I soaked in his musky smell, listening to his heart beat. Strong and steady. No indication that he had been sneaking around.

Maria V. Snyder

#60. He moves closer and leans down so I will look at him. And I feel sick, literally nauseated by the smell of bourbon on his breath. And yet I still want to fold myself up and put my entire body in his arms. I am loving him and hating him at the same time.

Kathryn Stockett

#61. And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

William Shakespeare

#62. Neville flexed his nostrils, he didn't like the smell of this. The young man was clearly a monomaniac

Robert Rankin

#63. 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

#64. On the contrary, Maxon held me so close I could smell his cologne and feel his stubble against my cheek.

Kiera Cass

#65. This is not Winterfell', he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. 'On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you.

George R R Martin

#66. 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

#67. On Proper Etiquette for Borrowing His Car You borrowed the car, and now it smells like shit. I don't care if you smell like shit, that's your business. But when you shit up my car, then that's my business. Take it somewhere and un-shit that smell.

Justin Halpern

#68. The smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at the end of the day.

Maggie Stiefvater

#69. I was thinking - "
"That's what I smelled!"
I stared at him.
"You know, the smell of wheels burning as they try to turn over ... " He drifted up toward the ceiling and rolled his eyes. "Never mind. Carry on.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#70. But even those people, cops, lawyers, doctors, learned what they learned from the aftermath. They weren't there when the killer tore at his victim; they didn't smell the scent of evil; they didn't hear the cries to heaven for something, someone, to intervene.

Anne Rice

#71. Travis Hunter's blood froze in his veins at the piercing female scream that echoed through the forest. He was moving just as the sharp scent of blood tinted the crisp mountain air mixed with the rancid smell of the rogue mutants.

Lia Davis

#72. We need to mask your scent."
If stranger words had come out of his mouth, she hadn't heard them. But then it clicked. "The thing can smell me."
And it did get a good whiff at the house

Aimee Duffy

#73. Hurry," Hector urged, and his voice changed as his power surged, his tone and cadence sliding into the rhythm that said he was seeing the future. "Battle is in the air. I smell it. I can almost touch it. Death is coming Death is coming for us." With a click, the call disconnected.

Linda Howard

#74. He caught Ben's come in the napkin, the smell making his mouth water harder than any chile sauce could.

B.A. Tortuga

#75. 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

#76. 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

#77. I nestled my face closer to his neck, wanting to smell his skin, lose myself in the scent and feel of him as we swayed slowly to the beat of music I couldn't hear because his voice was in my mind ... and it was the only sound I ever wanted to hear again.

S.L. Naeole

#78. 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

#79. I studied the shape of my friend's hands, and how he clasped them. I could smell his skin and hair in the cold air of the church, and stood aching, my face a devout mask stretched over a rotten soul. On

Maria McCann

#80. Tas stared mournfully at the body of the goblin he killed. It had fallen facedown, his dagger buried underneath. "I'll get it for you," Tanis offered, preparing to roll the body over. "No." Tas made a face. "I don't want it back. You can never get rid of the smell, you know.

Margaret Weis

#81. He explains that the salty smell of our meal had attracted them and to make his yaks move away from us, he empties a bag of salt further up the slope. Gracefully, the yaks walk away.

Gerda Pauler

#82. I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.
Because it's my mother.
Smelling.
On my porch.

Stephanie Perkins

#83. I grew up in a farming family. I hated cleaning out the chickens but loved hatching them and feeding the new born sheep. The smell of hot milk still has a special resonance for me. Harvest was back-breaking work, though ... Where do you think Jesus got his biceps from?

Joseph Mawle

#84. He sprayed on a bit of this man's body-spray thing his mom had gotten for free at Walmart, feeling like a douche, but thinking it was better to feel like a douche than to smell like an asshole.

Lauren Oliver

#85. 17. Butterfly
A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

#86. His voice is all peculiar and he's got a funny smell. Not hamsterish like Libby but sort of doggy/cheesy. I don't think all boys smell like that. Perhaps it's because he's my cousin.

Anonymous

#87. Instead of kissing me, he nuzzled my ear with his nose and I felt more than heard him take a long, deep breath. "God, you smell so good, Sara. You make me want to eat you all up."
Oh God.
I wanted to be eaten all up.

Emme Rollins

#88. The idea that his wedding band was some kind of talisman nauseated him like the smell of attar.

Stephen R. Donaldson

#89. You smell." "Excuse me?" Well, just when she thought the guy was cute. She was gonna kick his ass.

Carrie Ann Ryan

#90. An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.

Tony Hillerman

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

Gail Jones

#92. Your childhood, said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn't chosen to retail at drink parties.
Her words lulled him. The past, even a bitter past, is usually more pungent than the present, or at least better organized in the mind.

Gregory Maguire

#93. 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

#94. For a moment the mole let his disappointment show on his snout. Then he grunted, "You're much smarter than you smell." Liza let out a whoop of satisfaction and chose not to worry too much about what stupidity smelled like.

Lauren Oliver

#95. Let him smell his way to Dover!

William Shakespeare

#96. The coppery smell of blood filled his senses. It was so damn strong. He'd been surrounded by blood before, covered in it a few times when he'd been with the SAS, but this was different.

Lexi Blake

#97. Camille brushed by Jem, hardly looking at him, and Will followed, pausing only long enough to mutter "She doesn't smell like anything" to Jem under his breath.
Jem looked alarmed. "You've been smelling her?

Cassandra Clare

#98. He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your stench."
Einar growled back, "I smell like angels at sunrise."
"Dead ones," a small man cracked.

Ann Aguirre

#99. That's the beauty of the Web: You can roll around in a stranger's obsession without having to smell his or her house. You can amscray whenever you want without being rude. The site gets its "hit" and you know more about our species' diversity.

Penn Jillette

#100. You smell like my brother. His scent is all over you. It reeks.

J.M. Darhower