Most fatal diseases had
Most fatal diseases had their own specific odor, but … none was as specific as old age. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Most fatal diseases had their own specific odor, but … none was as specific as old age. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Everything that belonged to her husband made her weep again: his tasseled slippers, his pajamas under the pillow, the space of his absence in the dressing table mirror, his own odor on her skin. A vague thought made her shudder: The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die. Gabriel … Read more
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down. Ethel Waters
Self-esteem and self-contempt have specific odors; they can be smelled. Eric Hoffer
Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors… Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat… What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know. Emilie Autumn
Statistically speaking, the Cheerful Early Riser is rejected more completely than a member of any other subculture, save those with boot odor. Ellen Goodman
And now I’ve got to explain the smell that was in there before I went in there. Does that ever happen to you? It’s not your fault. You’ve held your breath, you just wanna get out, and now you open the door and you have to explain, ‘Oh! Listen, there’s an odor in there and … Read more
I have never cared very deeply about the actual taste of my work. Let its essential odor satisfy my mind and senses, and I am content. I rarely judge by the grosser test of actual gustation … in cooking, to create a masterpiece for the nose alone – that is exquisite, that is Art! Elinor … Read more
The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante’s paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space … Read more
Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The air is clean, the rock cuts cruelly into flesh; shatter the rock and the odor of flint rises to your nostrils, bitter and sharp. Whirlwinds dance across the salt flats, a pillar of … Read more