Best 733 quotes in «smell quotes» category

If you were to close your eyes and walk into a place of worship, the sounds and smells would alert you to where you were: ringing bells, incense, the rumble of a massive organ. Most brands are lacking these sensory stimuli.

I get a headache when I hear supporters of this endless warfare complaining about the federal budget deficits. They're like arsonists complaining about the smell of smoke in the neighborhood.

I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.

I had hoped that he has mouth smell or something other repelling, but nothing! It was even charming.

I have a candle on the bus that smells like caramel brownie. I love anything that smells like food!

I have a lucky perfume. I love beautiful smells, but I save one of my favorite perfumes to wear only when I feel like I need some extra luck.

I have always longed to be part of the outward life, to be out there at the edge of things, to let the human taint wash away in emptiness and silence as the fox sloughs his smell into the cold unworldliness of water; to return to town a stranger. Wandering flushes a glory that fades with arrival.

I have a very keen sense of smell and always associate certain people and places with particular fragrances. For me, nothing is more likely to set a mood than certain scents. I find I vary the perfume I use depending on the climate and the time of day. However a few great perfumes seem to work for most occasions.

I judge people on how they smell, not how they look.

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!

I have never been much of a groomer. I take baths a lot, but I don't wear deodorant. I don't have to. I have a miraculous body scent. I've had women smell me and say that should be bottled. I would advise guys to lay off the Drakkar, because the cavemen weren't wearing it. They might have been putting mint leaves on their balls, but your scent is grown naturally. I have really good dating advice.

I have nothing against the smell of rot but something against what hides the smell of rot in the United States of America.

I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and the smell of the breadsticks, "and I will sell your firstborn child to the devil.

I keep going back as if I'm looking for something I have lost. Back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland. Back to the beacon, the breast, the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.

I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.

I like New York because you're kind of forced to smell everybody else's funk. So it keeps you biologically attached to the world around you.

I like a man who smells good. Puts on cologne; lotions his body. It keeps me wanting. I like feeling that way.

I like the way my own feet smell. I love to smell my sneakers when I take them off.

I like the smell of film. I just like knowing there's film going through the camera.

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.

I love a good wool suit, and I appreciate the fact that it's a natural fiber. I know where it comes from, and I know how it's bred. And it's built to last. It breathes and it feels good. A lot of my climbing and hiking gear is all wool, because I can wear it for a week straight and it doesn't smell. And when you get hot and sweaty in a cold temperature, it stays warm. So your body temperature stays at a good warmth rather than freezing your ass off.

I lived for 10 years in Los Angeles, and the one element that surpasses everything else - that you are very conscious of - is fear. You can smell it.

I'll usually wash my hair and let it air-dry wavy, but if I'm just in a hang-out mood, I won't even wash it. I'll wait until it smells.

I love cookies baking. During the winter, they have these candles that smell like cookies, and I always buy like a hundred of them.

I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.

I love doing laundry! It's so satisfying. I love the way it smells. I love doing the sheets.

I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.

I love just going into stores and testing fragrances. The smell of a fragrance is kind of like hearing a song, it makes you feel something that's really unique to you and can be quite exciting.

I love that smell of the emissions!

I love New York, I love the smell of New York... I love the subway.

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.

I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.

I love the smell of estrogen in the morning.

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.

I love the smell of diapers; I even like when they're wet and you smell them all warm like a baked good. I love the smell of Balmex. Love it.

I love the smell of freshly cut grass. It takes me back to summers in Maine.

I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.

I love Miami; I miss it so much. I miss the beach, the peace it brings you. I love the sound and smell of the sea.

I love the smell of a woman's armpit when she's not wearing deodorant.

I love the smell of the universe in the morning.

I love the way men smell. I love the way they taste, their texture, the way they're built.

I'm a big PAX person... just because it's accessible. I feel like between the weed and the wax it's kind of like BetaMax and VHS. You can carry it around, people don't really know what it is, no smell.

Imagine yourself in the scene. See what there is to be seen. Listen to the sounds. Touch the world. Smell the air. Taste it. Use all of your senses. Then evoke those experiences for the reader. If you give the audience the flavor, they'll flesh out the moment in their own imaginations.

...imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.

I'm gonna play something so funky you can smell it

I'm always on the road, and I drive rental cars. Sometimes I don't know what's going on with the car, and I'll drive for ten miles with the emergency brake on. That doesn't say a lot for me, but it doesn't say a lot for the emergency brake. What kind of emergency is this? I need to not stop now. It's not really an emergency brake, it's an emergency make-the-car-smell-funny lever.

I'm happiest in an empty church. I love the smell of a church.

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.

I'm kind of a crazy person about hand sanitizer. I carry the plain ones that smell like aloe, from Target or CVS.

I'm not so sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?