Smell Quotes

“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory”
― Marcel Proust

“He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“I still love the book-ness of books, the smell of books: I am a book fetishist—books to me are the coolest and sexiest and most wonderful things there are.”
― Neil Gaiman

“Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.”
“Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows.
There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter.
“Shut up, idiot.”
― Jennifer Estep, By a Thread

“As soon as I got into the library I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I got a whiff of the leather on all the old books, a smell that got real strong if you picked one of them up and stuck your nose real close to it when you turned the pages. Then there was the the smell of the cloth that covered the brand-new books, books that made a splitting sound when you opened them. Then I could sniff the the paper, that soft, powdery, drowsy smell that comes off the page in little puffs when you're reading something or looking at some pictures, kind of hypnotizing smell.

I think it's the smell that makes so many folks fall asleep in the library. You'll see someone turn a page and you can imagine a puff of page powder coming up real slow and easy until it starts piling on a person's eyelashes, weighing their eyes down so much they stay down a little longer after each blink and finally making them so heavy that they just don't come back up at all. Then their mouths open and their heads start bouncing up and down like they're bobbing in a big tub of of water for apples and before you know it... they're out cold and their face thunks smack-dab on the book.

That's the part that makes librarians the maddest. They get real upset if folks start drooling in the books”
― Christopher Paul Curtis, Bud, Not Buddy

“Waking up to a smell is a lot more satisfying than waking up to a noise. Instead of barging in uninvited and yanking you out into reality, smells enter your dreams with a silent knock and a polite "Excuse me?”
― Adi Alsaid

“No matter how sweet is smells, if you know it will give you a discomfort later, don't even attempt to taste it. Discipline yourself to stay out of sin!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always feel thirsty.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Tonight I can smell the season the way it's usually only possible to at the very first moments of its return, before you're used to it, when you've forgotten its smell, then there it is back in the air and the flow of things shifting and resettling again.”
― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

“But a smell shivered him awake.
It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the tang of pine needles. It was the musk of sex. It was the muscular rot of mushrooms. It was the spice of oak. Meaty and redolent of soil and bark and herb. It was bats and husks and burrows and moss. It was solid and alive - so alive! And it was close.
The vapors invaded Nicholas' nostrils and his hair rose to their roots. His eyes were as heavy as manhole covers, but he opened them. Through the dying calm inside him snaked a tremble of fear.
The trees themselves seemed tense, waiting. The moonlight was a hard shell, sharp and ready to ready be struck and to ring like steel.
A shadow moved.
It poured like oil from between the tall trees and flowed across dark sandy dirt, lengthening into the middle of the ring. Trees seem to bend toward it, spellbound. A long, long shadow...”
― Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path

“Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.”
― Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad

“I hover over the expensive Scotch and then the Armagnac, but finally settle on a glass of rich red claret. I put it near my nose and nearly pass out. It smells of old houses and aged wood and dark secrets, but also of hard, hot sunshine through ancient shutters and long, wicked afternoons in a four-poster bed. It's not a wine, it's a life, right there in the glass.”
― Nick Harkaway, The Gone-Away World

“Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself.”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“You skin is so soft. Smells like…”

She had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. “Sheer, unadulterated fear?”
― Cherry Adair, Hush

“I could smell something. Fear.
I could taste it now.
It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...”
― Markus Zusak, Getting the Girl

“Outside the bus the smell of sulphur hit Bond with sickening force. It was a horrible smell, from somewhere down in the stomach of the world.”
― Ian Fleming, Diamonds Are Forever

“I realized after a moment it was the smell of Angelo himself, vibrant and sweaty and alive.”
― Brian Selznick, Run Away with Me

“Who doesn't love the smell of gasoline? That's why I decided to make it into a scent for my handcrafted soap. You can use it in the shower, or you can melt it down and use it to fuel your car if things with Iran continue to escalate.”
― Jarod Kintz, Whenever you're here, I'm there for you

“Un miros de sărac, un miros de violență, de necesitatea de a parveni.”
― Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clezio, Ritornela foamei

“The smell of azaleas and the sleepy smell of sun working with chlorophyll filled the air.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“Smell unlocks your past. It brings you back to another time you didn’t know you had in you to remember.”
― Nadine Bjursten, Half a Cup of Sand and Sky

“अपने दस शव थे दूसरे पाँच। शवों पर खून जम चुका था। सबकी देह की महक अलग-अलग होते हुए भी एक जैसी लग रही थी। असल में मरने के बाद शरीर का व्यक्तिगत कुछ नहीं रहता। प्रत्येक देह की अपनी जो अलग तरह की गंध होती है, वह भी उसका साथ छोड़ देती है।”
― Vandana Yadav, पंजा

“Most people never ‘stop and smell the roses’ because they never get that far down the road.”
― Craig D Lounsbrough

“Gambian rats are used to detect land mines and also tuberculosis, apparently via their highly developed sense of smell. This is probably one of the most paradoxical cases of human sophistication - using special skills of other living beings to deal with our own species' proneness to proactive aggression.”
― Marcelo Sánchez-Villagra, The Process of Animal Domestication

“You smell like ripe corn,
A wind-dropped smell”
― Jiban Narah,Anindita Kar

“My room was clean and orderly, and if I'd had my way it would have smelled like an album jacket the moment you removed the plastic. That is to say, it would have smelled like anticipation.”
― David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames

“Nobody tells you that healing can fall apart because of a scent, a song, or a photo you weren’t prepared to come across.”
― Abhysheq Shukla

“By now the smell of the car, musty and heavy with manure, had reached Coriolanus. They were transporting the tributes in livestock cards, and not very clean ones at that. He wondered if they had been fed and let out for fresh air, or just locked in after their reapings. Accustomed as he was to viewing the tributes on-screen, he had not prepared himself properly for this encounter in the flesh, and a wave of pity and revulsion swept through him. They really were creatures out of another world. A hopeless, brutish world.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

“When rhe food has burned, it does't need to smell it.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“Once she hit forty, she said, she got tired of the smell of children.
"They smell like bad cookies," she told me. "Go ahead, get a good whiff.”
― Elizabeth McCracken, The Giant's House