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+ 353 Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. William Shakespeare


+ 343 The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. George Edward Moore


+ 376 Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings. Gustave Flaubert


+ 276 Whoever loves pleasure will become poor; whoever loves wine and perfume will never be rich. Mishlei 21:17


+ 215 The sweet smell of perfume and oils is pleasant, and so is good advice from a friend. Mishlei 27:9


+ 346 Wild eyes were another sign. It is something I have seldom seen — the expression of an ecstatic state — though much is foolishly written of them, as if they grew like Jerusalem artichokes along the road. The eyes are black, right enough, whatever their normal color is; they are black because their perception is condensed to a coal, because the touch and taste and perfume of the lover, the outcry of a dirty word, a welcome river, have been reduced in the heat of passion to a black ash, and this unburnt residue of oxidation, this calyx, replaces the pupil so it no longer receives but sends, and every hair is on end, though perhaps only outspread on a pillow, and the nostrils are flared, mouth agape, cheeks sucked so the whole face seems as squeezed as a juiced fruit; I know, for once Lou went into that wildness while we were absorbing one another, trying to kiss, not merely forcefully, not the skull of our skeleton, but the skull and all the bones on which the essential self is hung, kiss so the shape of the soul is stirred too, that's what is called the ultimate French, the furtherest fuck, when a cock makes a concept cry out and climax; I know, for more than once, though not often, I shuddered into that other region, when a mouth drew me through its generosity into the realm of unravel, and every sensation lay extended as a lake, every tie was loosed, and the glue of things dissolved. I knew I wore the wild look then. The greatest gift you can give another human being is to let them warm you till, in passing beyond pleasure, your defenses fall, your ego surrenders, its structure melts, its towers topple, lies, fancies, vanities, blow away in no wind, and you return, not to the clay you came from — the unfired vessel — but to the original moment of inspiration, when you were the unabbreviated breath of God. William H. Gass, The Tunnel


+ 274 Dying flies make putrid and foamy the oil of a perfumer; so does a little folly outweigh wisdom and honor. Kohelet 10:1


+ 352 The smell of your perfume is pleasant, and your name is pleasant like expensive perfume. That’s why the young women love you. Song of Solomon 1:3


+ 268 The smell of my perfume spreads out to the king on his couch. Song of Solomon 1:12


+ 322 Your love is so sweet, my sister, my bride.
Your love is better than wine,
and your perfume smells better than any spice.
Song of Solomon 4:10


+ 308 His cheeks are like beds of spices;
they smell like mounds of perfume.
His lips are like lilies
flowing with myrrh.
Song of Solomon 5:13


+ 116 You shall make this into an oil of holy annoinment, a perfumed compound according to the art of a perfumer; it shall be an oil of holy anointment. Shemot 30:25


+ 128 And you shall make it into incense, a compound according to the art of the perfumer, well blended, pure, holy. Shemot 30:35


+ 95 And he made the holy anointing oil and the pure incense after the art of a perfumer. Shemot 37:29


+ 101 The Lord will not be willing to forgive him; rather, then, the Lord's fury and His zeal will fume against that man, and the entire curse written in this book will rest upon him, and the Lord will obliterate his name from beneath the heavens.Devarim 29:19


+ 108 The unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwelling on himself and start paying attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence. When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. You get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume


+ 153 The language of The Zohar remedies the soul, even when one does not understand what it says at all. It is similar to one who enters a perfumery; even when he does not take a thing, he still absorbs the fragrance. Rabbi Moshe Chaim Ephraim of Sudilkov