Top 100 Smelled Quotes
#1. AND HE was just so amazing," I said as I braided Gary's hair. "Like so selfless and awesome and he smelled like leaves and I think his eyebrows should be declared a treasure of the Kingdom.
T.J. Klune
#2. Poseidon held out his arms and gave me a hug. I realized, a little embarrassed, that I'd never actually hugged my dad before. He was warm - like a regular human - and he smelled of a salty beach and fresh sea air.
Rick Riordan
#4. Because of baseball I smelled the rose of life. I wanted to travel, and to have nice clothes. Baseball allowed me to do all those things, and most important, during my time with the Crawfords, it allowed me to become a member of the brotherhood of friendship which will last forever.
Cool Papa Bell
#5. I found the candles - atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.
Richelle Mead
#6. The last thing she remembered before finally drifting off was how nice Steffi's hair smelled.
Kim Baldwin
#7. It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.
J.D. Salinger
#8. Unpopular because he was stupid and fat and mean, and smelled like bacon no matter how much he washed.
Kurt Vonnegut
#9. A poor life is lived by any one who doesn't regularly take time out to stand and gaze, or sit and listen, or touch, or smell, or brood, without any further end in mind, simply for the satisfaction gotten from what is gazed at, listened to, touched, smelled, or brooded upon.
Clement Greenberg
#10. He smelled of warm, sleepy male. She had forgotten what a weirdly potent scent that was.
Jojo Moyes
#11. God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine.
Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. "Hugh. How did we end up on the bed?"
"I think we must have floated," he whispered.
Amy Jarecki
#12. The Troll was well over seven feet tall, and smelled of body odour and Germolene.
Andrew Barrett
#13. He loved the way she smelled in the mornings; he liked to sniff at her shoulders or her throat.
Larry McMurtry
#14. How could a woman who was that beautiful, who smelled that good, who had such perfectly lovely teeth and bright eyes, be so thoroughly, completely, entirely, stark raving mad?" ~ Robert Cameron
Lynn Kurland
#15. I have smelled some very famous and undoubtedly sexy boys. And sometimes, as cute as they are, I'd rather have them as a friend - just because of the way they smell!
Rachel Nichols
#16. He looked up grinning. This one is Bluebelle and that one, he gestured at the one that smelled my leg, is Flower.
I made a face. What is with you and the movie Bambi? He stood up fluidly. It's an American classic.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#17. I guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and of the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen.
E.B. White
#18. Real-World Example = Don't constantly complain about the work conditions. (It's too bright, it's too dark, it's too cold, I wish it smelled more like cinnamon.) A simple rule of thumb to remember is, "Unless there's a live cobra in the office, I'll be all right.
Jon Acuff
#19. His lips trailed the edge of her chin. One shoulder bumped up, and he eased it down, burying his lips in the soft hollow of her neck. She smelled like citrus and his tongue flicked out. Tasted like it too. "Never pay much mind to rules."
"In the mood to break some, are you?
Barbara Lohr
#20. Damn, cher, you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like." He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. "You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.
Kresley Cole
#21. My mind stopped spinning as I was enveloped in waves of pleasure. Through half-open eyes, I saw fragments of the ancient room, the stone walls, the enormous wooden beams. I smelled history and ancient ground, war, and turmoil and worship.
Giselle Fox
#22. There was such a feeling of peace around them, it was soft and pink and smelled of butter.
Sarah Addison Allen
#23. He tasted like Edmund, smelled like Edmund, felt like second chances. He kissed her as if she were as indispensable as air. As though his every heartbeat belonged as much to her as it did to him.
Erica Ridley
#24. She smelled faintly of wildflowers. But beneath that she smelled like autumn leaves. Like the dark smell of her own hair, like road dust and the air before a summer storm.
Patrick Rothfuss
#25. The interior of the station wagon smelled of human hair.
Annie Proulx
#26. The sweet heavy smell grew very much less. For though the whole fire had not been put out, a good bit of it had, and what remained smelled very largely of burnt Marsh-wiggle, which is not at all an enchanting smell.
C.S. Lewis
#27. The air smelled better than peach cobbler, all clean and fresh and alive with rain, electricity, pine resin. If
Maggie Stiefvater
#28. It was a pink sort of smell- a smell that seemed to get bigger as you smelled it and then burst, just like the popping of a bubble
Alexander McCall Smith
#29. Some days he walked along the banks of the river that smelled of shit and pesticides bought with World Bank loans.
Arundhati Roy
#30. She knew it was hopeless when he smelled better than the bacon.
Amanda Usen
#31. He'd always liked the way Josey smelled. He thought about how she was wearing her curly black hair down that night, how she was in that tight sweater he'd seen her in so many times, the red so striking against her pale skin. And he wasn't the only man here who had noticed.
Sarah Addison Allen
#32. Her mother always smelled like fruit, and Cynthia Poole adored her mother in the way that only fear will inspire.
Bonnie Bowman
#33. Death was sweet; it smelled of wine and stroked her hair.
Paulo Coelho
#34. Chaos by Donna Karan and smelled smoky, sweet, and spicy. I
Denise Hamilton
#35. Ideas are born from what is smelled, heard, seen, experienced, felt, emotionalized.
Rod Serling
#36. We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...]
Miranda July
#37. When we walked together through the streets, bodies close together, arm in arm, hands locked, I could not talk. We were walking over the world, over reality, into ecstasy. When she smelled my handkerchief, she inhaled me. When I clothed her beauty, I possessed her.
Anais Nin
#38. The room smelled of old cigarsmoke. He leaned and turned off the little brass lamp and sat in the dark. Through the front window he could see the starlit prairie falling away to the north. The black crosses of the old telegraph poles yoked across the constellations passing east to west.
Cormac McCarthy
#39. And no matter how serious an environmental problem the automobile poses in today's big city, the horse was dirtier, smelled worse, killed and maimed more people, and congested the streets just as much.
Peter Drucker
#40. Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of the wild things.
Maurice Sendak
#41. how delicious he smelled. It was a bold, provocative mix of wool and leather, pure man and something exotic, perhaps sandalwood, the whole laced with a trace of peat smoke.
Anonymous
#42. How wonderful he smelled all sleep warm first thing in the morning. But I wanted more from him than just that. I wanted to hear his voice, hear him talk about everything and anything.
Kylie Scott
#43. He smelled of something I do not know the name of which Father often smells of when he comes home from work.
Mark Haddon
#44. It almost rained Saturday.The clouds hung low over the farm.The air felt thick.It smelled like rain.
In town,the sidewalks got damp, that was all.
Karen Hesse
#45. (Happiness smelled like Park's house. Like Skin So Soft and all four food groups.)
Rainbow Rowell
#46. The satyr gave me a sympathetic glance. She was shorter than me by a foot, with large hazel eyes that matched her curly hair. I tried to keep my eyes away from her furry lower half, but it was difficult, especially when she smelled faintly like a petting zoo.
Julie Kagawa
#47. The arms of his swim team sweatshirt still wrapped around the pillow on the bed - Em had said it smelled of him.
Jodi Picoult
#48. That smelled strongly of misery, which, as anyone will tell you, is a subtle mixture of hope, despair, rancid cooking fat, and men's piss.
Philip Kerr
#50. It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.
Elizabeth Kostova
#51. She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.
Joe Hill
#52. 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
#53. Toto did not like this addition to the party at first. He smelled around the stuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest
L. Frank Baum
#54. You are the sum total of everything you've ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot - it's all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.
Maya Angelou
#55. It looked like a ballpark. It smelled like a ballpark. It had a feeling and a heartbeat, a personality that was all baseball.
Richie Ashburn
#56. The corridor smelled of water in the bottoms of purple vases and the piano was banging just beyond this emptiness.
John Hawkes
#57. Before dawn, the air smelled of lemons.
Luanne Rice
#58. He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets.
And that she tasted like vanilla cream.
Julia Quinn
#60. October 31st dawned damp and cold, but by nine in the morning the misty rain had dissipated, and blue sky broke through. By eleven the sun had dried the leaves to crisp colors, and the world smelled of apples and burning wood smoke and candles and pumpkin innards.
Chet Williamson
#61. Yours is ... il sent comme lavande."
Is that French for 'You stink'?"
It means 'lavender'."
Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.
Lynn Viehl
#62. She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.
J.D. Robb
#63. But she was decidedly immune to any of his so-called sexual char
wow, he smelled fantastic.
Julie James
#64. He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful."
...
Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important.
Mario Puzo
#65. He jumped lightly to the ground and turned to help Ada down. He lifted her, his hands around her waist. Mercy, but the woman felt good in his arms. Smelled good too, like warm skin and some kind of exotic flower.
Dorothy Love
#66. Back in gear, she closed the door on him. She leaned against it, felt the heat drain from her cheek into the cold wood. And then the dog was there with her in the narrow hallway. She smelled the meat on
Nick Hornby
#67. A carnal Christian makes his or her decisions based entirely on what can be seen, touched, tasted, smelled, or heard.
Tony Evans
#68. It smelled like sex and dog in here. But mostly it smelled like sex.
Kim Harrison
#69. He smelled so good that I felt my eyelids drift closed with the pleasure of his scent. It was so good that I wanted to put a name to it, and bottle it up. - Mile High
R.K. Lilley
#70. You told me I smelled - like bacon."
"Well," he said evenly. "That's awkward.
Michelle Hodkin
#71. You slept just fine in the recliner. Why couldn't you sleep with me?"
"You mean next to a guy who still smelled like the pair of bar flies he had just sent home? I don't know! How selfish of me!
Jamie McGuire
#72. I heard word
Of bellied sailcloth,
Creak of oars,
And gold in Eastland.
Then I smelled
A smell remembered:
Salt of spray
And black-pitched boat's keel.
Frans G. Bengtsson
#73. He smelled of moon swamps and old Egyptian bandages. He was something found in museums, wrapped in nicotine linens, sealed in glass. But he was alive, puling like a babe, and shriveling unto death, fast, very fast, before their eyes.
Ray Bradbury
#74. It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too?
Keary Taylor
#75. He was aching to learn what Celaena's lips felt like, what her bare skin smelled like, how she'd react to the touch of his fingers along her body.
Sarah J. Maas
#76. I definitely smelled a delicious odor of steak and onions. But it turned out to be only a dirty shirt.
Thor Heyerdahl
#77. No one thinks you're a flower Vane. We've all smelled you after training.
-Gus, Let the Storm Break
Shannon Messenger
#78. His coat smelled like Irish Spring and a little bit like potpourri.
Rainbow Rowell
#79. To those that have smelled death, life has a fragrance that can never be explained to the ignorant.
Jury Nel
#80. He smelled like somebody trying to smell like somebody else.
Tim Farrington
#81. It smelled something like a keg of bad beer overturned in a mortician's storage room on a hot summer's day.
Scott Lynch
#82. Whenever I smelled the same perfume on other women, no matter where I was, I was instantly transported back to that feeling of discovery. The sensation of fingertips against old paper, whose surface was powdery and fragile, like the membrane of a moth's wing.
Reif Larsen
#83. I JUST TOOK SOME GIRL SCOUT COOKIES OUT OF THE FREEZER."
"Oh, that's okay," Blue said. "As you smelled, we just ate."
"I'll take one," the Gray Man interjected. "If they're Thin Mints.
Maggie Stiefvater
#84. The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.
George R R Martin
#85. We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.
Janet Fitch
#86. She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.
Lauren Kate
#87. Maddie breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of breakfast and dish soap, clean laundry and wood floors, sunshine and a room filled with love. It smelled like home.
Crissi Langwell
#88. It smelled the way a garage would smell if you left a bear inside it for too long.
Adam Rex
#89. He'd desperately wanted a boyfriend to lavish with affection and attention. He'd longed to know what it felt like, smelled like, tasted like to love someone.
Thorny Sterling
#91. A bare bulb swished from side to side. Dust floated in what little light it threw and cobwebs hung from the rafters. It smelled of spiders.
Louise Penny
#92. He still smelled of limes. It made saliva come into her mouth. It made her feel that before she had been sleepy, and now she was awake.
Monica Ali
#93. I didn't pretend to comprehend what he meant. I simply closed my eyes and let his arms wrap around me. The warmth that came from his body made me feel at home, as if, somehow, this is where I belonged. He smelled of woods after a thunderstorm, clean and elemental.
Lucy Swing
#94. The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there.
Jenny Han
#95. The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.
Sarah Addison Allen
#96. You'll have champagne. All girls like champagne.
All girls didn't like champagne. I preferred root beer. Willie preferred anything that smelled like gasoline and burned her throat. She could hold her liquor better than any man, and I wished she was there to help me navigate John Lockwell.
Ruta Sepetys
#97. She smelled of Marlboros, Aviance Night Musk, and her first drink of the late afternoon.
Louise Erdrich
#98. The woman didn't taste bad, but she tasted wrong. She smelled good, but it wasn't right.
Kresley Cole
#99. Major labels didn't start showing up really until they smelled money, and that's all they're ever going to be attracted to is money-that's the business they're in- making money.
Ian MacKaye
#100. Dear Jean, I have seen a deer. I have petted a pony. I helped plant a garden. I have smelled earth and felt it in my hands. You watched the sun rise. These things are worth the struggle to live outside.
Anne Bishop
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