He who smells does not know it himself.
The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree - those to me, are the scents of the holidays.
I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.
My wife likes the hockey smell because it's the smell of a warrior.
Dr. Alan Grant: Kids! You want to have one of those? Dr. Ellie Sattler: I don't want that kid, but a breed of child Dr. Grant could be intriguing. I mean, what's so wrong with kids? Dr. Alan Grant: Oh, Ellie, look, they're noisy, they're messy, they'...
Fish and guests smell when they are three days old.
Two smells of cooking meat break the hyena's legs.
Work and you will be strong; sit and you will smell.
A hungry man smells meat far.
A rose too often smelled loses its fragrance.
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 -...
There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it’s just the way he always smells and there is no ...
Juno MacGuff: What about Katrina De Voort? You could totally go out with Katrina De Voort. Paulie Bleeker: No, I don't like Katrina. She smells like soup. Have you ever smelled her? I mean, her whole house smells like soup!
Sounds have smells. Your father smells, and he’s noisy.
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!
My new favourite smell is new baby smell. It makes me so happy. If someone could bottle that, I'd love to have it.
The sense of smell explores; deleterious substances almost always have an unpleasant smell.
If you start to smell some of the shit, you start smelling all of the shit
I'm just a huge fan of smells, first of all. I have a bit of an obsession with smells.
A man without honor smells worse than a corpse.
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the firs...
