You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, The sweetest flower for scent that blows.Percy Bysshe Shelley
She was cut off from the past and therefore did not live in the present. But suddenly, as she stood close against a pine tree and breathed in its sharp, bitter scent, a clear space opened to her childhood, as though a wind had sprung from the sea, clearing a mist.It was not a memory from the past, it was the past itself, as alive, as real; and she knew that she and the child of forty years ago were the same person.D(onald) M(itchell) Thomas
The smell of the library was always the same – the musty odour of old clothes mixed with the keener scent of unwashed bodies, creating what the chief librarian had once described as "the steam of the social soup".Peter Ackroyd
Wilson was not, in the academic sense, a scholar or historian. He was an enormous reader, one of those readers who are perpetually on the scent from book to book. He was the old-style man of letters, but galvanized and with the iron of purpose in him.v. s pritchett
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams,The brooks for the fishers of song;To the hunters who hunt for the gunless gameThe streams and the woods belong.There are thoughts that moan from the soul of pineAnd thoughts in a flower bell curled;And the thoughts that are blown with scent of the fernAre as new and as old as the world.sam walter foss
Man is in pursuit of two goals: he is looking for happinesse and, being by essence empty ("étant vide par essence", Fr.), he is trying to fill (or take up, - "remplir", Fr.) his life; the latter reason play a more considerable role than we ordinarily think. What we take for vainglory, ambition, love of power and riches (or wealth), is often, indeed, a need to mask this emptiness, a need to let one's hair down (or to live it up), to put oneself on a false scent or trail. (de se donner le change", Fr.)african spir
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong. There are thoughts that moan from the soul of pine And thoughts in a flower bell curled; And the thoughts that are blown with scent of the fern Are as new and as old as the world.sam walter foss
The fairest things have fleetest end: Their scent survives their close, But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose!Francis Thompson
To satisfy the sharp desire I had Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.john milton
I pray your Highness mark this curious herb: Touch it but lightly, stroke it softly, Sir, And it gives forth an odor sweet and rare; But crush it harshly and you'll make a scent Most disagreeable.charles godfrey leland
The humble rosemary Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed To scent the desert and the dead.thomas moore
If I were yonder orange-tree And thou the blossom blooming there, I would not yield a breath of thee To scent the most imploring air!thomas moore
Americans should scent danger when a government tries to stop a newspaper from disclosing the origins of an unpopular war ... or accuses a newspaper of endangering national security by disclosing secret and illegal wiretapping.
Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood; And those that under Araby's soft sun Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.thomas moore
It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet, It made me creep and it made me cold. Like the scent that steals from the crumbling sheet Where a mummy is half unroll'd.
By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave One scent to hyson and to wall-flower, One sound to pine-groves and to water-falls, One aspect to the desert and the lake. It was her stern necessity : all things Are of one pattern made; bird, beast, and flower, Song, picture, form, space, thought, and character Deceive us, seeming to be many things, And are but one.ralph waldo emerson
As the dew to the blossom, the bud to the bee, as the scent to the rose, are those memories to me.