Seanan McGuire Quotes

A woman smells well when she smells of nothing.

You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill.

The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.

I carry McCormick’s Pure Vanilla [in my purse] — the baking kind — and dab it on my neck… Men are attracted to the scent! One time, I put it on and four different guys were like, ‘You smell amazing!’

I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you

A rose will smell as sweet by any other name, but it must be the rose of liberty that I want and not the artificial product.

Smells are the fallen angels of the senses.

That which above all other yields the sweetest smell in the air is the violet.

You can't expect a man in a dung heap to smell sweet.

It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

I'm obsessed with smells even more than makeup.

Being in deep devotion comes as a surprise the first time, because it is so difficult for people to feel even love, and devotion is the highest form of love... just the essential fragrance of love. If love is the flower, then devotion is just the fragrance. You cannot catch hold of it. You can feel it, you can smell it, you can be surrounded by it, you can be drowned in it, but you cannot catch hold of it. It is not that material.

I love the contrast of this side of [Dolores from the Westworlds] coming out, this tough fighter coming through this sort of Disney princess. There's something really powerful about that. But I was really excited to get some pants.

When I started to work on perfume, I could not reduce the idea of a woman to one smell.

As there are some flowers which you should smell but slightly to extract all that is pleasant in them ... so there are some men with whom a slight acquaintance is quite sufficient to draw out all that is agreeable; a more intimate one would be unsafe and unsatisfactory.

It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.

Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things.

I wish they made fajita cologne, because that stuff smells good. What's that you're wearing? That's sizzlin'!

What's that smell?" I froze. What? Did I really smell so distasteful he had only to lean in my direction to catch a putrid whiff of me? I stayed the urge to break his freaking nose for pointing out my stinkiness. He sniffed again. "I can't place it." "How bad is it?" I asked, my cheeks heating. "It's good. Some kind of flower." My first thought: Hurray! I don't stink. My second: Ohmygod!

Stevie Wonder always smells so good... I'm like a DEA dog, I can smell people a block away!