Top 100 Smell Me Quotes
#1. Before every show, I have to put perfume on. I know the crowd's not necessarily going to smell me, but when I smell good, I feel like I can dominate the room.
Rita Ora
#2. 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
#3. I didn't want to think about the fact that she could smell me, or that she just joked about eating me. At least I hoped she meant it as a joke.
Lish McBride
#4. Clothes I wear for mushroom hunting are rarely sent to the cleaner. They constitute a collection of odors I produce and gather while rambling in the woods. I notice not only dogs (cats, too) are delighted (they love to smell me).
John Cage
#5. I could see the reflection of the moon on the water's surface, tantalisingly teasing me forward, that was my target ... swimming towards the moon and freedom. I could smell the brine and sense the power of the mass I was in, it engulfed me, yet I was one with it.
Stephen Richards
#6. Your lingering cigarette smell makes me feel more empty.
Mika Yamamori
#7. I just prefer wood. I like the smell. To me, it's a lot cheaper than electric or gas, and it's more convenient. It's just a better heat to me.
Junior Johnson
#8. With the smell of beer I try to get the smell of death off me. And only the smell of death will get the smell of beer off you, like all the drinkers whose graves I have to dig.
Italo Calvino
#9. I can still smell you on my pillow. I can still see you standing in my room, the light caressing your smooth legs, your dark hair cascading over your shoulders, and your gorgeous mouth smiling so effortlessly. I miss you. I ache for you, and I'm bordering on crazy without you. Come back to me.
Renee Carlino
#10. Stay with me to-night; you must see me die. I have long had the taste of death on my tongue, I smell death, and who will stand by my Constanze, if you do not stay?
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
#11. Sometimes I open or close the store. I have keys. I can go in any time I want. Some days, when it's my duty to open the store, I go in at eight o'clock, just to be alone and smell all those books around me. Each one is a door. Each one is a world.
Robert Goolrick
#12. You smell like a fresh flower and surround me like spring air.
Debasish Mridha
#13. 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
#14. Man had gone through hell and back, and even though he rose like a phoenix from the ashes to become the man he is, that smoke still clings to him. I can smell it. And that's what scares me. It's the fear that it's not all over.
Karina Halle
#15. Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.
Kim Harrison
#16. He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.
Anais Nin
#17. He has given me exactly ten Fritos and then secreted away the bag. He doesn't like the smell; it offends him, he says, but what he really doesn't like is my weight.
Gillian Flynn
#18. Our town was small enough that I never developed a healthy fear of strangers. To me, they were exciting things, gift-wrapped and full of possibilities, the sweet smell of somewhere else wafting from them like perfume.
April Genevieve Tucholke
#19. 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
#20. Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.
Bob Dylan
#21. 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
#22. See, it's that kind of attitude that irritates me. My wolf is only a part of me, and while she might think you smell good and want to do nasty things to your body." He choked. "I want more out of a partner in life than hot, animal sex. I want a man who will support me.
Eve Langlais
#23. God gave me some weird, beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.
Adam Sandler
#24. Okay," she drew out. "Let me rephrase that. Did you sleep with Sage yet?"
I blushed furiously.
She smacked my leg and exclaimed, "I knew it! I could smell it on you."
"You can smell it on me?"
She grinned. "When I was hugging you, yeah. Your chest smelled like cologne and man tongue.
Karina Halle
#25. 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
#26. So I departed, leaving behind a pungent smell of brimstone. Just something to remember me by.
Jonathan Stroud
#27. I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.
Ned Vizzini
#28. Yes, e-commerce is a strange situation for an old guy like me. You can buy a TV online, OK, but to buy a dress or shoes? Ugh. The customer has to go back to the store and breathe and smell and have a good time. Because shopping is a good time - like going to a nice restaurant.
Max Azria
#29. Amanda took the lead following her sense of smell. On the other hand, I followed a werewolf who was leading me by her nose. Not sure, which of us was crazier.
Jazz Feylynn
#30. She kissed me on the mouth. Her mouth tasted like iced coffee and cardamom, and I was overwhelmed by the taste, her hot skin and the smell of unwashed hair. I was confused, but not unwilling. I would have let her do anything to me.
Janet Fitch
#31. 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
#32. She poured me another drink and in the light breeze of her movements I smelled again the manufactured smell of these women.
Lily King
#33. You're the best boyfriend ever. You let me ride in elevators and everything."
"Laugh it up, Pet. It'll be hilarious when we get stuck and the smell of unclean tourist is invading your nostrils."
"Don't worry, Sexy. I'll protect you.
C.J. Roberts
#34. Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
Zelda Fitzgerald
#35. 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
#36. You know, it's funny what you'll miss when you're away from home. Now me, I miss the smell of coffee ... and bacon frying in the morning.
Fannie Flagg
#37. 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
#38. 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
#39. You smell." "Excuse me?" Well, just when she thought the guy was cute. She was gonna kick his ass.
Carrie Ann Ryan
#40. Do trees dream?" "Trees? No . . ." "They do," Bran said with sudden certainty. "They dream tree dreams. I dream of a tree sometimes. A weirwood, like the one in the godswood. It calls to me. The wolf dreams are better. I smell things, and sometimes I can taste the blood.
George R R Martin
#41. The night air moved up towards the Downs, washing over sea and orchard. I breathed it in, and thought that henceforth, loneliness would smell to me like fermenting apples.
Laurie R. King
#42. Who died in the shop and how does it already smell like something has been decaying in the hot sun?"
"Oh, you know us. Brought home some roadkill for kicks."
"You didn't wait for me? You know how much I love roadkill. I mean, roadkill is the gift that keeps on giving.
Nichole Chase
#43. you look like you smell of
honey and no pain
let me have a taste of that
Rupi Kaur
#44. Hygiene is for people like me; I've reached an age where I can no longer afford to smell like myself.
Bart Yates
#45. I stopped smoking weed for my kids. One day, we were driving and you could smell it from somewhere. My daughter asked what the smell was so I told her it was a skunk. Then she said, 'Sometimes Daddy smells like that!' to me and my wife. So I knew I had to quit.
Mark Wahlberg
#46. I could smell something. Fear.
I could taste it now.
It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...
Markus Zusak
#47. The smell of roses, my children's bright eyes and smiles, laughing with my husband, walking on the beach, using my hands to do crafts or play guitar, brainstorming, and drinking coffee, really good coffee. All this makes me come alive.
Lisa Loeb
#48. You smell like you showered in gingerbread," he said, his breath warming her ear.
"Bite me," she croaked.
His low laugh ruffled her hair. "I might just do that. I really, really like gingerbread."
At that moment, so did Madison.
Debbie Mason
#49. Death: I know, or I think I know that death will only be nothingness, but I don't want oblivion yet. I want to smell honeysuckle in the dark, I want to hear my cat greet me with her special purring. I want to smell old books
Ann Kelley
#50. Once you've gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it's a lover or a rotting corpse, you long for it when it's not around. Or maybe it's just me.
David Burr Gerrard
#51. I smell your cigar. Delicious! Give me one directly.
Wilkie Collins
#52. What is that smell? (Nick)
(It was like three-day-old cat vomit mixed with rotten asparagus.)
Duck urine. It keeps the zombies from thinking I'm human. (Mark)
Yeah, well it keeps me from thinking you're sane. (Nick)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#53. It's then I smell smoke. "You even smoke while you brush your teeth?"
She looks at me sideways. "Menthol", she says.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#54. Do you smell something burning or is it me?
Joan Of Arc
#55. It doesn't matter if Red hears my threats. He won't get close enough to do anything about it. I'll kill him before he's ever close enough for me to smell him.
Quoleena Sbrocca
#56. I put my cell phone in my back pocket (a habit that has destroyed two phones so far) and tried to blank my face. It wouldn't help with the werewolves, who would be able to smell my distress, but at least I wouldn't have complete strangers stop and ask me what was wrong.
Patricia Briggs
#57. Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic - that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
Evelyn Waugh
#58. Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little.
"I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh does rather bother me," she admitted. "You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne, dearie. Do I smell cherry pie? If I do, ask me to stay to tea ...
L.M. Montgomery
#59. The smell was like chocolate and cookies and biscuits and gravy and everything else that was delicious. It damn near drove me crazy every time I had to touch one. I'd been fighting the cravings the way I'd never fought the urge to take drugs or get drunk.
Diana Rowland
#60. Well I'm looking at history," she said, pointing at me. "You used to be a friend, but now you stink as a friend! I came here to give you a second chance and you make me smell the crotch of an old book.
Jack Gantos
#61. That smoke you smell is me frying your brains every time we kiss longer than twenty-three seconds.
Cherie Colyer
#62. Every night my wife used to give me a foot massage. And my face would smell weird afterwards, but ...
Emo Philips
#63. My new favourite smell is new baby smell. It makes me so happy. If someone could bottle that, I'd love to have it.
Jane Krakowski
#64. Now, I am a mixer. I can't help it. It's my nature. I like men. I like the taste of their shoes, the smell of their legs, the sound of their voices. It may be weak of me, but a man has only to speak to me, and a sort of thrill goes down my spine and sets my tail wagging.
P.G. Wodehouse
#65. You smell like honeysuckle. You likin' ole Jack now?"
"I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power of Catholicism.
Kresley Cole
#66. The smell of the ocean, southern breeze, blue sky, and the gentle sound of dancing waves make me sing the song of love.
Debasish Mridha
#67. God, you smell so good, just like I remember. I was so afraid you wouldn't want me, you wouldn't forgive me, but I had to come here, at least try.I've only ever wanted you. You're the only person I've ever made love to.
Kindle Alexander
#69. Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.
Richelle Mead
#70. My wife used to tell me one of my best qualities was that my feet don't smell, but I remember my brother's did when we were kids.
Jack Prelutsky
#71. I lower my chin to smell the shirt again. I want to wear this forever, without washing it. His dark, spicy aroma consumes the material. I peek at him from the corner of my eye, wondering if he spots me catching a whiff or if he knows how addicting his scent is to girls.
Katie McGarry
#72. I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.
Faraaz Kazi
#73. I am very sensitive to the smells and sensations that are part of perfumes because they remind me of things: moments from the past, people, events.
Alber Elbaz
#74. The smell of oranges has always reminded me of funerals.
Lauren Oliver
#75. I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.
Taylor Swift
#76. Wow. This place looks classy. The smell of fertilizer and rot is really in this season. Remind me, what are we doing here?" she asked looking at him with a coy smile. "Did we come for bait?
Dennis Sharpe
#77. My cloak stinks like the dead thing it is. It hangs limp behind me. White stained with a Proctor's blood. I pull up the hood. We all do. We look like wolves. And we smell blood. The
Pierce Brown
#78. I imagine a child. That child is me. I can reconstruct and vividly remember portions of my own childhood. I can see, taste, smell, feel, and hear them. Then what I do is, not write about that kid or about his world, but start to think of a book that would have pleased him.
Daniel Pinkwater
#79. In my lap I had my dear little pug, the smell of whose ears will always be sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Araby and the scent of heliotrope combined.
Kathryn Davis
#80. When I listen to songs, I can smell a rat. I like songs that speak to me with some deeper truth.
Mike Dirnt
#81. walked into this exam room, I was expecting another mundane case, considering the evening I'd had thus far. The smell of vomit had been the first thing that hit me when I entered, and I instantly groaned. God, I hated vomit. Give me blood and guts any day. I would rather stitch
J.L. Berg
#82. The smell of gunpowder is sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Arabia.
Pope Julius II
#83. 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
#84. And as for the smell of me on you, that's more than arousing. That's primal.
Anonymous
#85. You smell good," he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled.
"Really?"
"Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.
Michelle Hodkin
#86. You could smell the rain in the desert even before a drop fell. I closed my eyes. I held my hand out and felt the first drop. It was like a kiss. The sky was kissing me.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#87. The feel of his mouth on mine and the smell of his minty breath has me breathing heavy." ~ Char
T.H. Snyder
#88. I run; I am a coward at heart. I swear, when I smell violence or aggression the coward comes out in me. I have no desire to fight anybody except myself.
Rutger Hauer
#89. You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.
L.M. Montgomery
#90. A new man is like a new toy. Fresh and interesting. Almost intriguing. It's like when you get a new car. Everything is different. The smell, the sound of the horn and seats, and it even ride good for a while. That's what a man is like to me.
Jeanette Michelle
#91. My staff tells me not to say this, but I'm going to say it anyway. In the summer because of the heat and high humidity, you could literally smell the tourists coming into the Capitol. It may be descriptive but it's true.
Harry Reid
#92. Talk to me. Look up, I thought. But she didn't, only stopped and picked a sprig of alyssum to smell the honey. I cut a shred from my heart and dangled it on a homemade hook before her.
Janet Fitch
#93. For a moment I was distracted. Books always did that to me ... I liked the creamy pages, the smell of ink, all the secrets locked inside.
Elizabeth C. Bunce
#94. Caddy put her arms around me, and her shining veil, and I couldn't smell trees anymore and I began to cry.
William Faulkner
#95. Santiago Nasar had often told me that the smell of closed-in flowers had an immediate relation to death for him.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#96. I love L.A. - don't get me wrong. But I miss everything about New York. I don't eat cheese, but I miss the smell of pizza in the city. I'm a really big fan of Latino food. I want to go back home and have some good arroz con pollo.
Tristan Wilds
#97. 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
#98. The sound of your voice makes the chaos around me vanish. The smell of your hair calms my soul. The sight of your smile tames the wolf inside of me, and touching your skin ... " He glanced at our joined hands. "Touching your skin makes the broken parts of me whole." - Aren from Hunter's Moon
Lisa Kessler
#99. 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
#100. 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
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