Oud Perfume Quotes & Sayings

You - you were like me. You were a child. A normal child. And that was taken from you."

"Does that bother you?"

"Well, it certainly makes you harder to hate. — Sabaa Tahir

When she sat down to write, she didn't have to wade back into the story slowly, waiting to get used to the temperature. — Rainbow Rowell

How can one live and not live. — Harel R. Lawrence

When I sang my father's songs in concert, that was all people wanted to hear. I was always asking myself, 'Can I measure up?' — Natalie Cole

There is nothing that the mature hate more, there is nothing that disgusts them more, than immaturity — Witold Gombrowicz

Aquamarine is a wonderful color, and I won't be made to feel bad for wearing it, — Maggie Stiefvater

I wanted to be a psychological engineer, but we lacked the facilities, so I did the next best thing - I went into politics. It's practically the same thing. — Isaac Asimov

You are very uncomfortable company, Fleet Captain', observed Station Administrator Celar, her voice bitter and sharp. 'Do you do this sort of thing everywhere you go ?'
'Lately it seems so', I admitted. — Ann Leckie

I'm as radical as libertarians come. — L. Neil Smith

You shouldn't live for yourself alone but you must also learn to live the Christian life — Sunday Adelaja

But if you have an opinion, please feel free to offer it to me through the gap in the door of a public restroom. — Tina Fey

I smelt him, smelt Johnny; for a second I thought - what? That he was there, was with me, that he wasn't...But I realised it was his perfume, the one I'd had made specially for him by an artisan perfumer in New York, his own custom-made one-off blend. It had been hideously expensive but I hadn't cared as long as it had pleased him. It was all intense essential oils, layer upon layer of labdanum, patchouli, vanilla, vetiver, ambrette, frankincense, myrrh, amber, Bulgarian rose absolute, Oud wood - the list was endless and beautiful, like a scented prayer. The woman had said some of the ingredients would keep their fragrance for a hundred years, would never die. Like me, he'd said, like us. I'd put some drops of the heavy dark oil on a couple of cotton wool pads and put them in the box when we got it, now the fragrance - strange, narcotic, archaic - filled the room like his ghost, embracing me in memories. — Joolz Denby