When I listen to songs, I can smell a rat. I like songs that speak to me with some deeper truth.
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.
I love paint. I like watercolours. I like acrylic paint. . . a little bit. I like house paint. I like oil-based paint, and I love oil paint. I love the smell of turpentine and I like that world of oil paint very, very, very much.
O my offense is rank, it smells to heaven.
Today the Somme is a peaceful but sullen place, unforgetting and unforgiving. . . . To wander now over the fields destined to extrude their rusty metal fragments for centuries is to appreciate in the most intimate way the permanent reverberations of July, 1916. When the air is damp you can smell rusted iron everywhere, even though you see only wheat and barley.
The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.
At some time in the recent past someone had decided to brighten the ancient corridors of the University by painting them, having some vague notion that Learning Should Be Fun. It hadn’t worked. It’s a fact known throughout the universes that no matter how carefully the colors are chosen, institutional decor ends up as either vomit green, unmentionable brown, nicotine yellow or surgical appliance pink. By some little-understood process of sympathetic resonance, corridors painted in those colors always smell slightly of boiled cabbage—even if no cabbage is ever cooked in the vicinity.
When I finish a workout, I feel pretty sexy. Even though I'm sweaty and I don't smell like a rose, I feel strong. It does a lot for me mentally and physically.
I'm obsessed with smells even more than makeup.
Eighty percent of love is smell.
I had hoped that he has mouth smell or something other repelling, but nothing! It was even charming.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
I think my career will end too early for me to go to Mars, though I might be involved in preparing the next generation to go. I'd love to explore Mars, but, ultimately, it's kind of a crappy planet. The thing is, Mars One people would never go outside without a spacesuit ever again. You're going to live in a tin can. Space stations are noisy; it's like living inside a computer with the fan on all the time. You're never going to smell grass or trees. It's just never going to be anything like Earth. You're never going to swim. You're giving up so much.
I hope I never smell the smell of apples again!" said Fili. "My tub was full of ut. To smell apples everlastingly when you can scarcely move and are cold and sick with hunger is maddening. I could eat anything in the wide world now for hours on end - but not an apple!
. . . more than other senses, the eye objectifies and masters. it sets at a distance, maintains the distance. in our culture, the predominance of the look over smell, taste, touch, hearing, has brought about an improverishment of bodily relations. . . the moment domin ates the look dominates, the body loses its materiality” -luce irigaray
Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?
As soon as I learned what the smell of bacon was, I learned how to make it.
A word can be transformed into a coulour, light, a smell; it is the writer's task to use it in such a way that it serves, never fails, can never be ignored.
I feel thankful to God, first and foremost, allowing me to enjoy this 'smell the roses' kind of thing.
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!
