Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

By then Esthappen and Rahel had learned that the world had other ways of breaking men. They were already familiar with the smell. Sicksweet. Like old roses on a breeze.

A rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose. All flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that's like woman too.

Always take time to smell the flowers, and let it fill you with beauty, and rediscover that sense of wonder.

If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, saying: that I know, but what does it all mean? Then one has either to change the subject, or make it more abstruse by saying that the scent is the shape which the universal joy takes in the flower.

If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease.

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!

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

To prove religious faith by human reason is rationalistic claptrap.

I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.

If you take any flower you please and look it over and turn it about and smell it and feel it and try to find out all its little secrets, not of flower only but of leaf, bud and stem as well, you will discover many wonderful things. This is how you make friends with plants, and very good friends you will find them to the end of our lives.

Of all the flowers, me thinks a rose is best.

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.'

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.

It seems that scientists are often attracted to beautiful theories in the way that insects are attracted to flowers — not by logical deduction, but by something like a sense of smell.

The wretched and miserable should turn to their Saviour first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

It is the conduct of God, who disposes all things kindly, to put religion into the mind by reason, and into the heart by grace.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

If you admire somebody, you should go ahead and tell them. People never get the flowers while they can still smell them.