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Quotes about Fragrance

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.
- William Golding
The blossom cannot tell what becomes of its odor; and no man can tell what becomes of his influence.
- Henry Ward Beecher
I have learned that in every circumstance that comes my way, I can choose to respond in one of two ways: I can whine or I can worship! And I can't worship without giving thanks. It just isn't possible. When we choose the pathway of worship and giving thanks, especially in the midst of difficult circumstances, there is a fragrance, a radiance, that issues forth out of our lives to bless the Lord and others.
- Nancy Leigh DeMoss
Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.
- John Milton
Love is like a rose. So beautiful to look at, yet so painful to touch.
- Anonymous
He picked up one of Lorna's roses and set it in my lap. Here. I picked it up and smelled it. He poked me in the shoulder. See what I mean? Thorns don't stop you from sniffing. Or putting them in a vase on the kitchen table. You work around them.... Cause the rose is worth it... Think what you'd miss.
- Charles Martin
The mark of spirituality is the fragrance of Christ in our lives and the fragrance of Christ in every aspect of who we are as a person.
- Paul Washer
Forgiveness is the fragrance that is left on the heel that crushed the violet.
- Neil Anderson
"Where should I apply Perfume?" a young lady asked. "Where you want to be kissed."
- Coco Chanel
God of the living and the dead, let our lives sing your praise. Make us the fragrance of your love. Rise in us, and awaken us from our slumber that we might live in your light. Amen.
- Shane Claiborne
I picked up the rose-colored sachet pillow on her bed. Hugging it against my flat chest, I breathed in its sweet fragrance. "I was very sassy on the phone. I'm sorry, Mom.
- Beverly Lewis
A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up in the air.
- Henry Ward Beecher