Top 100 Smell The Quotes
#1. The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air
a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.
Neil Gaiman
#3. Boys don't smell the same as girls. They have a pungent, leathery, underneath smell, like old rope, like damp dogs.
Margaret Atwood
#4. Concentrate on how good if feels to be alive. No matter what. Just to see the color of the sky, just to smell the air, and feel the wind in your face
Judy Blume
#5. How could a soulmate not hear the heart beats, not smell the tears of a lover, however far he is from her?
Girdhar Joshi
#6. The surest way to wake up and smell the roses every day is to go to sleep face down in the flower bed.
Argus Hamilton
#7. That's what I like so much about old libraries - they smell the way we'd like to imagine the past.
Ruth Reichl
#8. To understand history,' Chacko said, 'we have to go inside and listen to what they're saying. And look at the books and the pictures on the wall. And smell the smells.
Arundhati Roy
#9. I couldn't describe the smells of West Virginia, even if I tried. It has something to do with the leaves composting in the woods, the cold trickle of little creeks and waterfalls, the ferns greening up everything. But somewhere deep below, I can smell the rock and the coal this state is built on.
Heather Day Gilbert
#10. Those are pretty," She commented, leaning down to smell the flowers.
"They're from Violette," I said, watching for her reaction.
"They look like weeds," she replied, straightening.
Amy Plum
#11. Fee, fi, fo, fum, I smell the blood of a Christian man, Be he dead, be he living, with my brand, I'll dash his brains from his brain-pan.
Joseph Jacobs
#12. Silly little monster" all would say.
They'd scratch its head and turn away
until it snatched their tiny noses.
They couldn't even smell the roses!
Ever after, every child
dreaded monsters, fierce or mild.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#13. Take the time to smell the roses. Sooner or later, you'll inhale a bee and die.
Christopher Titus
#14. The scent of blood or the scent of gold, they smell the same in the end.
George R R Martin
#15. Think of people like bottles full of a liquid inside but without labels; smell the bottle, pour out what is inside and study it carefully. Never mind the labels; pretend that they don't exist! Labels are misleading!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#16. Hugo could smell the fresh scent of apples all around him, and he realized he'd never go to an orchard again without thinking of Erin being lifted toward that perfect apple and the smile on her face as she took a bite.
Posy Roberts
#17. She could smell the storm on him, like the lightning had followed him home, like he was made of the same dense rain clouds.
Leigh Bardugo
#18. Lydia gave him a sunrise so realistically portrayed that Vincent could feel its warmth upon his face and smell the wildflowers blooming in the field. Her sun did not burn him. The
Brooklyn Ann
#19. Have good sense, smell the scents, and you will have more cents
Sonya Withrow
#20. She places her hands around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I can smell the sex on her, and my hope is that she can smell the love on me.
Markus Zusak
#23. Come on, don't you ever stop and smell the coffee?
Justina Chen
#24. Goodbye, fin,' I say. And I wish I was going with him, to some warm sheltered hideaway in the hills, wish that I, too, could lie down beside the dog, feel his unbroken heartbeat, smell the dust in his fur.
There's only hours. I steel my courage.
Surrender.
Sonya Hartnett
#25. Everything is extraordinarily clear. I see the whole landscape before me, I see my hands, my feet, my toes, and I smell the rich river mud. I feel a sense of tremendous strangeness and wonder at being alive. Wonder of wonders.
Gautama Buddha
#26. 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
#27. Sometimes I think it's me. I think I must be doing something wrong, giving out subliminal messages so they can smell the desperation, read the neon lights on my forehead ... "KEEP AWAY FROM THIS WOMAN, SHE IS LOOKING FOR COMMITMENT," but most of the time I think it's them. Bastards. All of them.
Jane Green
#28. If he could smell the pre-spice mass, that meant the gasses deep under the sand were nearing explosive pressure.
Frank Herbert
#29. September is the time to begin again. In the country, when I could smell the wood-smoke in the forest, and the curtains could be drawn when the tea came in, on the first autumn evening, I always felt that my season of good luck had come.
Eleanor Perenyi
#30. Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
Iris Murdoch
#31. Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread." Ballimore shook her head. "Nonsense, dear. It's just Princess Cimorene and the King of the Enchanted Forest." "And neither of us is English," Cimorene added. The
Patricia C. Wrede
#32. In Hollywood we acquire the finest novels in order to smell the leather bindings.
Ernst Lubitsch
#33. I'm not a child. Don't talk to me like I am. (Kiara)
No, you're worse. You're an adult who still thinks the world is a beautiful place, filled with people who will help you just for the sake of being nice. Wake up and smell the bloodbath and humility the rest of us have to cope with. (Syn)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#34. The depths of the hearts of humankind cannot be known. But in my birthplace, the plum blossoms smell the same as in the years gone by
Clay MacCauley
#35. could smell the gun oil and the beer on his father's breath.
Pete Kahle
#36. She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.
Markus Zusak
#37. Instead I learned that the poor usually stay poor. That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing.
Charles Bukowski
#38. Take time to smell the roses but be careful of the bees.
Tyler Perry
#39. I remember as a child going to an exhibit about the Soviet Union, and every paper had this alien smell. The paper and the ink were all exported. It was like a piece of cheese from that country, you could touch it, feel it, smell it, and it was different.
Ben Katchor
#40. We all experience 'soul moments' in life-when we see a magnificent sunrise, hear the call of the loon, see the wrinkles in our mother's hands, or smell the sweetness of a baby. During these moments, our body, as well as our brain, resonates as we experience the glory of being a human being.
Marion Woodman
#41. Smell, the sense which somehow seems a joke, is the one most susceptible to outrage. It will give you no rest. One can close one's eyes to ugliness or shield the ears from sound; but from a powerful smell there is no recourse but flight.
Robert Leckie
#42. A thousand happy moments succumbed to history. It was the happiest hour of the year, worst time of our lives. I can still smell the ruins from that cold dark brute stormy October night.
Parul Wadhwa
#43. Step forward again, hold the shield steady. Peer over the top. Fear is screaming somewhere deep. Ignore it. You can smell the shit now. Shit and blood, the stench of glory. The enemy is more frightened. Kill them. Keep the shields steady. Kill.
Bernard Cornwell
#44. 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
#45. Honey, I can smell the scent of another woman from 500 paces.
Bette Midler
#46. Adrian: Do you smell that?"
Sydney: "I smell the paint, and ... wait ... is that pine?"
Adrian: "Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor.
Richelle Mead
#47. When you're doing exactly what you want to do, it's not tiring. You've been planting these seeds, and finally, you have a full garden in bloom; you're like, 'Oh, I just want to smell the flowers and play among the flowers all day.' That's what I'm doing. I'm playing among the flowers.
Colman Domingo
#48. I often read nonfiction with a pencil in hand. I love the feel, the smell, the design, the weight of a book, but I also enjoy the convenience of my Kindle - for travel and for procuring a book in seconds.
Drew Gilpin Faust
#49. If you loved the world the Creator had made for you, you did not shut out the blue heaven and its lights, or lie in foul air in a stuffy room, when in a bed outside you could smell the morning and watch its mother-of-pearl light softly touch the hills.
Vardis Fisher
#50. Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
Ashley Smith
#51. When I finished the trilogy of 'Pirates of the Caribbean' movies, I had a gear shift and thought, 'I need to take a moment to smell the roses.'
Orlando Bloom
#52. Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.
John Corwin
#53. Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose.
For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.
William Shakespeare
#54. No one tape her deepest gifts through shame, guilt or anger. In fact, if you come from obligation, others smell the sadness in your blood and they will run the other way,
Tama Kieves
#55. Smell The Cheese Often So You Know When It Is Getting Old Sometime
Spencer Johnson
#56. There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.
Sarah Addison Allen
#57. Rommel could smell the sea. At Torbruk the heat and the dust and flies were as bad as they had been in the desert, but it was all made bearable by that occasional whiff of salty dampness in the faint breeze.
Ken Follett
#58. 'Up the Junction' went on to inform my love of British social realism. It was the first film I saw of this ilk, a very stark, visceral reflection of England, an England I didn't necessarily feel a part of but that I knew was out there. You could almost smell the bread and butter and cabbage.
Gurinder Chadha
#59. In silence, our senses come alive...
We see the beauty around us more clearly, learn to listen to the language of silence, touch and smell the earth so pure and taste the sweetness of the air we breathe.
Margo Vader
#60. The memories that I have are mostly at our old ranch, out in Agoura. We used to go out there every Saturday. I can smell the oak trees. I can see it so clearly.
Patti Davis
#61. I love reading people. I really enjoy watching, observing, and being able to figure out a person, the reason they wore that dress, the reason they smell the way they do.
Rihanna
#62. His eyes were blazing and I swear I could smell the testosterone coming off him.
Gabrielle Zevin
#63. I feel thankful to God, first and foremost, allowing me to enjoy this 'smell the roses' kind of thing.
Stevie Wonder
#64. Dogs help you to appreciate the world around you. They smell the ground so intensely. They look at the trees as though they are seeing them for the first time. It helps us to remember the wonders that we take for granted.
Cesar Millan
#66. Ah, Christ. Do you know how fucking good you feel on me? So damn tight and soft, holding me in. I love the way you smell, the way you taste. I love the sounds you make. Fuck, baby, I love you.
Susan Fanetti
#67. Readers want to see, hear, feel, smell the action of your story, even if that action is just two people having a quiet conversation.
Nancy Kress
#68. I don't drink much anymore, because it's supposedly not good for me. I still have gallons of it around though. I smell the cork and do a lot of wishing.
Anton Szandor LaVey
#69. Take time to smell the roses and eventually you'll inhale a bee. Anon.
Dave Goulson
#70. 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
#71. I have nothing to do today but to smell the freshness of flowers and feel the joy of life.
Debasish Mridha
#72. Life is full of joy and beauty. Look around and notice it. Notice the little butterfly, a little baby with a smile, and the white rose in the garden. Notice a drop of dew on a green leaf in the morning sun. Touch the wind, smell the rain, and feel the joy. Live your life with beauty and joy.
Debasish Mridha
#73. Every small boy wanted to be a steam engine driver when they grew up in the old days, including me. There's something very special about them - the noise, the smell, the steam coming out everywhere.
Michael Bond
#74. Why go to France when you can smell the same people in coffee shops here in America.
Felipe Esparza
#75. No one can ever see the ball hit the bat because it's physically impossible to focus your eyes that way. However, when I hit the ball especially hard, I could smell the leather start to burn as it struck the wooden bat.
Ted Williams
#76. Love may be able to force you into precarious situations, it may lead you into double-edged bonfires and you don't smell the smoke, you only see the temptation of a perfume.
Laura Gentile
#77. 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
#78. Even after everything else has gone wrong, pancakes still smell the same.
Claire Legrand
#79. if cant stop and smell the roses whats the pointof going through the garden?
Paris Dixon
#80. 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
#81. Keep it simple. Tell the truth. People can smell the truth.
Steve Wynn
#82. 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.
#83. 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
#84. 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
#85. In the end, I believe I'll enjoy war,' he says. 'Gotta toughen my spine a bit. Callous my hands. Bastards tell us it's all roses and glory.' He looks up. 'Don't you smell the roses, Reaper?
Pierce Brown
#86. I like to hear and smell the countryside, the land that my characters inhabit. I don't want these characters to step off the page, I want them to step out of the landscape.
Peter Matthiessen
#87. As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round.
Ben Hogan
#88. A rose by any other name
Would never, never smell the same
And cunning is the nose that knows
An onion that's been called a rose.
Wendell Johnson
#89. There is nothing I like better at the end of a hot summer's day than taking a short walk around the garden. You can smell the heat coming up from the earth to meet the cooler night air.
Peter Mayle
#90. Asher, wake up and smell the third-wave feminism. Women have fantasies too. I happen to find a little frantic, half-clothed kitchen sex hot." That makes him smile. "Me too.
Lexi Ryan
#91. America is such a nation of suppressed emotion, and when you arrive in L.A., you can smell the fear. It's the most alien country I've ever been to.
Helen McCrory
#92. People can smell the bullshit and see through the curtains. People know when something's real and when something isn't, and when some dude really means what he's saying or singing, or when he doesn't.
William Beckett
#93. Hecate smelt the odour of death as clearly as she might smell the wonderful, scented fragrance of blooming flowers in springtime or the delicious smell of dinner wafting down the hallway.
Adele Rose
#94. But that's the thing, how you feel about the place that's home. About its sky, its air, its smell, the color of the light, the way the rain falls (or doesn't), whether it hot or cold.
Laura McBride
#95. It's easy to take the time to stop and smell the roses but one must be willing to give of themselves enough to also stop to admire and understand life's weeds.
Colleen Dougherty 10/2015
Colleen Dougherty
#96. Self government is our right, a thing born to us at birth a thing no more to be doled out to us by another people then the right to life itself then the right to feel the sun or smell the flowers or to love our kind.
Roger Casement
#97. People tell me all the time I should stop and smell the roses, but I can't. I'm always thinking of what I can do to make what I have better and do more.
Eddie Trunk
#98. I love to walk through snow, to climb mountains, to smell the fresh air and I love to dream about flying. Soaring through the air, watching the earth from above, feeling the wind in my face and touching the clouds would be an amazing experience.
Oliver Neubert
#99. At 10,000 feet, the 3 parachutes would come out, a little lower the pressure of the atmosphere outside was greater than inside, and we could smell the salt air and it was very encouraging to return to earth.
Buzz Aldrin
#100. 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
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