Best 89 quotes in «perfume quotes» category

Trees generously share their fruit. Bees generously share their honey. Flowers generously share their perfume. Do likewise.

Unlike perfume, handbags are visible on the body, and--like Air Jordans for teenagers--give the wearer the chance to brandish the logo and publicly declare her status or aspiration.

We want to look desirable. We want others to want to mate with us. No different than a colorful peacock. When girls dress up for their night out at the club, they are doing what all animals do when they try to make themselves desirable for a potential mate. That's the whole point behind the fashion, perfume, cosmetics, diet, and plastic surgery industries.

Você desencarcera-se da carne vertendo-te da pele em calor e através de ti eu, metal de memória assumo o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você desemaranha-se das entranhas vertendo-te da boca aos ouvidos em música e através de ti eu, anfiteatro de sombras estreio o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você se desprende do corpo vertendo-te pelos poros em perfume e através de ti eu, abelha operária teço o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você se descola da parede celular vertendo-te às bochechas em tempero e através de ti eu, devorador de mundos saboreio o tempo perdido, prometido e sim. Você se desencana do condicionamento te atravessando até mim por entre visões e através de ti eu, visionário das eternidades cegas contemplo o espaço descoberto, realizado e nu e não!

We choose perfumes for ourselves so we can tell the stories inside of us— the ones that we can't possibly put into words.

You cannot really not care about what other people think of you and still wear a perfume or cologne.

What we talk about less often, because it is harder to explain, is the way a perfume can give breath and body to the phantom selves that waft about us as we go through our days -- not just the showgirl, the femme fatale, and the ingenue, but all the memories and dreams of the taller, meaner, sharper, sweeter, softer people we have been or long to be.

A fragrance always combines femininity and sensuality.

Your children are perfume of your love.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!

Coffe is the perfume of morning.

Let us then blend everything: love, religion, genius, with sunshine, perfume, music, and poetry.

Her perfume was a mixture of roses and tear gas.

I'm wearing a new perfume that I should recommend to the women in the audience; it's called 'Tester.

I only used my whole life one perfume, and it's Cartier's Les Must.

I put a basketball in front of George Clooney's door and sprayed it with supermodel perfume to lure him out.

Just like men, perfume is never perfect right away; you have to let it seduce you.

Poems . . . are perfume bottles momentarily unstopped - what they release is volatile and will vanish, and yet it can be released again.

Perfume is the indispensable complement to the personality of women, the finishing touch on a dress.

One grain of incense with devotion offer'd 'S beyond all perfumes of Sabaean spices.

Perfume is like a parenthesis, a moment of freedom, peace, love and sensuality in between the disturbances of modern living.

Polls are like perfume-nice to smell, dangerous to swallow.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.

Smell alone amongst the senses can either destroy or quite remake a man.

Prosperity is like perfume, it often makes the head ache.

Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen.

Sweet praise is like perfume. It is fine if you don't swallow it.

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist." She snarled. Heh.

The greatest style is when you can't see the style though you walk away knowing it was there. It's like a perfume - there but not there.

There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women who have not found their scent.

The smell of gunpowder is sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Arabia.

This is a great shame, but of course there have to be some things in life that not everybody can have, and great perfume is one of them.

To smell, though well, is to stink.

Two things make the women unforgettable, their tears and their perfume

A broken soul is like an alabaster box that contains expensive perfume. God recognizes its sweet aroma, our personal composition of failure and frustration, through which He chooses to teach us humility, patience, and hope.

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue. She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love.

A man who wears a fragrant flower on his collar spreads a perfume wherever he goes. (141)

A perfume is a perfume because of the fragrance it produces

Bushido as an independent code of ethics may vanish, but its power will not perish from the earth; its schools of martial prowess or civic honor may be demolished, but its light and its glory will long survive their ruins. Like its symbolic flower, after it is blown to the four winds, it will still bless mankind with the perfume with which it will enrich life.

Dans la cour attenant au triclinium, des musiciens assemblés accordaient des lyres et des flûtes pour accompagner en sourdine les conversations. Des parfums intenses, nés de la nuit chaude, arrivaient par bouffées. Brigitte, assise au pied du lit de l’impératrice Eutropie, s’étonna : — Quel est cet arôme étrange, à la fois si lourd et si doux ? Les narines de Niké palpitèrent pour mieux humer l’air parvenant du jardin : — Je sais ! Il provient d’une fleur en forme d’étoile et que l’on dirait sculptée dans la cire. C’est la fleur d’un arbre fruitier. Elle fleurit sans cesse, d’une lune à l’autre. Sévérien aime beaucoup cet arbre, qu’il a rapporté d’Afrique. Il l’appelle oranger. — La nuit est tout embaumée de son parfum. Il est…, il est inoubliable !

Déjame respirar mucho tiempo, mucho tiempo, el olor de tus cabellos; sumergir en ellos el rostro, como hombre sediento en agua de manantial, y agitarlos con mi mano, como pañuelo odorífero, para sacudir recuerdos al aire. ¡Si pudieras saber todo lo que veo! ¡Todo lo que siento! ¡Todo lo que oigo en tus cabellos! Mi alma viaja en el perfume como el alma de los demás hombres en la música. Tus cabellos contienen todo un ensueño, lleno de velámenes y de mástiles; contienen vastos mares, cuyos monzones me llevan a climas de encanto, en que el espacio es más azul y más profundo, en que la atmósfera está perfumada por los frutos, por las hojas y por la piel humana. En el océano de tu cabellera entreveo un puerto en que pululan cantares melancólicos, hombres vigorosos de toda nación y navíos de toda forma, que recortan sus arquitecturas finas y complicadas en un cielo inmenso en que se repantiga el eterno calor. En las caricias de tu cabellera vuelvo a encontrar las languideces de las largas horas pasadas en un diván, en la cámara de un hermoso navío, mecidas por el balanceo imperceptible del puerto, entre macetas y jarros refrescantes. En el ardiente hogar de tu cabellera respiro el olor del tabaco mezclado con opio y azúcar; en la noche de tu cabellera veo resplandecer lo infinito del azul tropical; en las orillas vellosas de tu cabellera me emborracho con los olores combinados del algodón, del almizcle y del aceite de coco. Déjame morder mucho tiempo tus trenzas, pesadas y negras. Cuando mordisqueo tus cabellos elásticos y rebeldes, me parece que como recuerdos.

Do that thing you always wanted to do “someday” in the future: get on a plane in your Jackie O shift dress and shades, take a train across Europe wearing red lipstick, buy that sporty two-seater car, spend your money on perfume. Otherwise you might wake up one day with a husband and kids and wonder what you did with all that free time you once had. And if you’re already experiencing the domestic bliss of family life, savour every moment.

Fragrance speaks the loudest on a subliminal level.

If you don't smell good, then you don't look good.

In Marin County, north of San Francisco, the search for a safe haven resulted in a new apartment complex - the first, and only, such government-sponsored project aimed at MCS.

I thought of myself mixing the fragrance of a certain day – the heavy musk of the hillside after the rain with the lightness of fresh blossoms doused in the downpour. I thought of each little bottle as the essence of a happy day or a sad one. I mixed the scent of a lonely moment – sandalwood and bergamot lingering over a rich, peppery base.

It's a lovely mask," Sara said, toying with the narrow black silk ribbons before tying it in place. Monique had artfully fashioned it out of black silk and lace, and glinting blue sapphires that matched her gown. "I'm not nervous at all." It was true. She felt as if some reckless stranger had replaced her usual cautious self. The midnight-blue gown molded to her figure, cut so low that her breasts seemed ready to spill from the meager bodice. A broad satin sash fastened with a gold buckle emphasized her small waist. The mask covered the upper half of her face but revealed her lips, which Monique and Lily had insisted on darkening with the faintest hint of rouge. Laboriously they had arranged her hair in a cluster of curls on top of her head, allowing a few ringlets to dangle teasingly against her cheeks and neck. A perfume that reminded Sara of roses blended with some deeper foresty scent had been applied sparingly to her bosom and throat. "A triumph," Monique had declared, gloating over the transformation. "Beautiful, worldly, but still fresh and young... ah, chérie, you will make many conquests tonight!" "Stunning," Lily had said, beaming with delight. "What a stir she'll cause.