#perfume

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain. ↗

— Arthur Symons

#brain #deeply #doth #folded #folds

…in that moment, as he saw and smelled how irresistible its effect was and how with lightning speed it spread and made captives of the people all around him—in that moment his whole disgust for humankind rose up again within him and completely soured his triumph, so that he felt not only no joy, but not even the least bit of satisfaction. What he had always longed for—that other people should love him—became at the moment of his achievement unbearable, because he did not love them himself, he hated them. And suddenly he knew that he had never found gratification in love, but always only in hatred—in hating and in being hated. ↗

— Patrick Süskind

#hatred #misanthropy #perfume #perfumery #love

...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ... ↗

— John Geddes

#lack-of-understanding #love #perfume #poetry #love

I prefer perfumery, it’s the language of love. ↗

— Jan Moran

#perfumery #love

Women waste so much time wearing no perfume. As for me, in every step that I have taken in life, I have been accompanied by an exquisite perfume! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#girls #inspirational-life #life-and-living #life-s-journey #perfume

Nothing conceals a woman's age like musky perfume. It makes her smell as ancient as Persia. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #humor #perfume #women #age

Childhood smells of perfume and brownies. ↗

— David Leavitt

#perfume #smells

After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to Tybee Island for a picnic; we ate blueberries and drank champagne tinted with curacao and listened to Miles Davis, and when I asked the name of her perfume, she said it was L'Heure Bleue. She talked about 'perfect moments.' One such moment happened that afternoon; she'd been napping; I lay next to her, reading. She said, 'I'll always remember the sounds of the sea and of pages turning, and the smell of L'Heure Bleue. For me they signify love. ↗

— Susan Hubbard

#blues #champagne #curacao #l-heure-bleue #miles-davis

He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but super human, an angels scent, so indescribably good and vital that who ever smelt it would be enchanted and with his whole heart would have to love him. ↗

— Patrick Süskind

#control #enchanted #love #lust #perfume