Browsing Topic Best Fragrance Quotes

A woman who doesn’t wear perfume has no future.

A clever man without wisdom is like a beautiful flower without fragrance.

As a bee gathering nectar does not harm or disturb the color & fragrance of the flower; so do the wise move through the world.

Average human looks without seeing, listens without hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without physical awareness, inhales without awareness of odour or fragrance, and talks without thinking.

Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit. Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, be happy.

The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, As Love comes brooding down on human hearts, With bliss that hath no utterance save rich tears. She floats in fragrance down the smiling dark, Foldeth a kiss upon the lips of Life– Curtaineth into rest the weary world– And shuts us in with all our hid delights.

When our hands have touched spices, they give fragrance to all they handle. Let us make our prayers pass through the hands of the Blessed Virgin. She will make them fragrant.

Each fragrance bottle and name captured a moment in time perfectly.

Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed.

I’m inspired by the fragrance because it is feminine and elegant but not too sophisticated. There’s something very simple at the bottom of it but it remains mysterious, it’s got different facets. Just like the roles that I love to play, it conveys differing degrees of intensity, lightness and depth… I like to be spontaneous and this fragrance is very spontaneous too.

I ought not to have listened to her,’ he confided to me one day. ‘One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.

Even though I always knew I had a good nose for fragrances, the process of creating my own, ‘Alive,’ turned out to be a great learning experience for me. And the name explains my reason behind it. Smelling good makes you feel alive.

To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.

With many women I doubt whether there be any more effectual wayof touching their hearts than ill-using them and then confessing it. If you wish to get the sweetest fragrance from the herb at your feet, tread on it and bruise it.

Look after the root of the tree, and the fragrant flower and luscious fruits will grow by themselves. Look after the health of the body, and the fragrance of the mind and richness of the spirit will follow.

A beautiful bouquet or a long-lasting flowering plant is a traditional gift for women, but I have recommended that both men and women keep fresh flowers in the home for their beauty, fragrance, and the lift they give our spirits.

One of the very few things that I do every single day is put on fragrance. If I’m not wearing makeup … I still put my fragrance on. I will brush my teeth and put on my perfume.

A fragrance is a veritable story, told and explained in scent, in notes, in impressions. It’s a score based on the emotions of each instant, a captivating music of the senses.

When we allow God to be exalted in our difficulties we are in the perfect place to smell the fragrance of His Presence.

Can anyone remember love? It’s like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

It was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance. The temperature was like a caress. I remember – I need not recall – that I climbed up a tree stump and felt suddenly immersed in Itness. I did not call it by that name. I had no need for words. It and I were one.

A light wind blew through here that carried with it scents of sadness and loss, not recognizable odors but smells that corresponded to nothing, chimerical fragrances able to evoke melancholic memories.

A rose gets its color and fragrance from the root, and man his virtue from his childhood.

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WILL SMELL AS SWEET. BUT IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THAT WHATEVER WE CHOOSE TO CALL A ROSE WILL POSSESS THE ROSE’S FRAGRANCE.

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her.

Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.

Political disagreements have the colour and fragrance that normally is seen and felt in a political bouquet, while remaining united on one issue that democracy is the future of Pakistan.

Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance.

My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.

Don’t cry, you crybaby! When you think things are hard, that’s the time you are maturing as a person. If you get over the darkness, a wonderful new day will come. The bright morning will be filled with light and the birds will be singing . There’ll be white roses with a lovely fragrance.

Love you not, then, to list and hearThe crackling of the gorse-flower near,Pouring an orange-scented tideOf fragrance o’er the desert wide?

Make me a fragrance that smells like love

Of the women in my childhood, I retain above all the memory of their perfumes, perfumes that lingered – filling the lift with fragrance long after they had gone.

The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, they speak to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me. The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me. The strength of the fire, the taste of the salmon, the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away, they speak to me. And my heart soars.