Cynthia Rowley Quotes

The sense of smell explores; deleterious substances almost always have an unpleasant smell.

The sense of smell in all dogs is their primary doorway to the world around them.

In humans, smell is often viewed as an aesthetic sense, as a sense capable of eliciting enduring thoughts and memories. Smell, however, is the primal sense. It is the sense that affords most organisms the ability to detect food, predators, and mates.

Smells definitely do have a crazy impact on me.

Smell is the shortest synaptic leap in the brain to our memory, and I'm amazed that people don't sniff everything.

I think smells, like sounds, can be so much immediately affecting.

Scent is very important to me but it is the case that my colleagues think it is hilarious that I simply cannot smell, ever, the smell of cannabis.

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

The sense of smell, like a faithful counsellor, foretells its character.

Women have a better sense of smell than men do, and it's even sharper in the middle of their menstrual cycle, when estrogen levels peak and women are more likely to be deciding whether a man's attractive.

I have a very sensitive nose. I identify with dogs. I understand the world through my nose.

Elephants are very sensitive to smell and they tend to recognise us by our body odour.

We humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.

One has a nose. The nose scents and it chooses. An artist is simply a kind of pig snouting truffles.

To smell, though well, is to stink.

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!

When I was pregnant, I couldn't wear fragrance. I couldn't smell anything. I couldn't smell flowers, I was very sensitive to everything. I could smell orange juice from across the room and I remember thinking, 'I will throw up.'

My biggest weakness is my sensitivity. I am too sensitive a person.

Pictures are as evocative to me as smells.

Smell is a long-distance sense, a way of stretching time and finding out in advance what lies ahead.

Fragrance is my favorite thing. So much so that if I leave the house and I don't put any on, I'll turn around and go back home.

It is impossible to identify a nice scent from within the chemical cloud of a perfume department.

With a sudden sharp hot stink of fox, It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.

When I got inside, I just sort of stood there. There's nothing stranger than the smell of someone else's house. The scent goes right to your stomach. Mary's house smelled like lemon furniture polish and oatmeal cookies and logs in a fireplace. For some reason it made me want to curl up in the fetal position. I could have slept right there on their kitchen table.

Odors can be highly transitory, depending on the air currents. If this is happening in your house, ask if there are any possessions of that deceased loved one still around. If it happens elsewhere, consider just how many millions of people use the same perfume or smoke the same brand of cigar as someone you knew.