#perfume

You know some people say that you make watches or perfume bottles, it's all different things. ↗

— Marc Newson

#different #different things #know #make #people

Books have become products, like cereal or perfume or deodorant. ↗

— Alexandra Ripley

#books #cereal #deodorant #like #perfume

Yes, I always remember my dad's, mom's and my grandma's perfumes. ↗

— Marc Jacobs

#dad #grandma #i #i always #mom

To attract men, I wear a perfume called "New Car Interior." ↗

— Rita Rudner

#attract #called #car #i #interior

Personality is to a man what perfume is to a flower. ↗

— Charles M. Schwab

#man #perfume #personality

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

And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself! ↗

— Patrick Süskind

#odour #perfume #smell #life

…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

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#comes #curtains #dawn #grass #hidden

...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