Smell Organ Quotes & Sayings

I've read over 200 self improvement books. I know what to do to change my life around, but I have the fear of that change. What will happen then? I have the fear that something unexpected may occur. — Tatsuhiko Takimoto

The goal of online dating is to get offline as quickly as possible. — Amy Webb

Where will I be five years from now? I delight in not knowing. That's one of the greatest things about life its wonderful surprises. — Marlo Thomas

Trout made into fish cakes is still trout. — Carol Kendall

Get where?" Yul demanded. — Neal Stephenson

The great thing about living until you get a bit older if you are a writer, and especially a poet, is that you have more life to reflect on. And I think that if I am better now - and I think that I am probably better than I was - is because that I simply have more to think about, more to get under control, more to understand. — Clive James

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process. — Lucy Maud Montgomery

Unlike the primate hand, the elephant's grasping organ is also its nose. Elephants use their trunks not only to reach food but also to sniff and touch it. With their unparalleled sense of smell, the animals know exactly what they are going for. Vision is secondary. — Frans De Waal

You have the sense of sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch, so that you can feel everything in life. They are "feeling" senses, because they enable you to feel what you see, feel what you hear, feel what you taste, feel what you smell and touch. Your entire body is covered with a fine layer of skin, which is a feeling organ, so you can feel everything.

How you feel in any one moment is more important than anything else, because how you feel right now is creating your life. — Rhonda Byrne

The true essence of things is invisible to the eyes ... Our sensory organs love to lead us astray, and eyes are the most deceptive of all. We rely too heavily on them. We believe that we see the world around us, and yet it is only the surface that we perceive. We must learn to divine the true nature of things, their substance, and the eyes are rather a hindrance than a help in that regard. They distract us. We love to be dazzled. A person who relies too heavily on his eyes neglects his other senses
and I mean more than his hearing or sense of smell. I'm talking about the organ within us for which we have no name. Let us call it the compass of the heart. — Jan-Philipp Sendker

Neil Lennon wasn't sent off for scoring a goal, and that's what annoys me — Martin O'Neill

This little theater of mine has as many doors into as many boxes as you please, ten or a hundred thousand, and behind each door exactly what you seek awaits you. It is a pretty cabinet of pictures, my dear friend; but it would be quite useless to go through it as you are. You would be checked and blinded by it at every turn by what you are pleased to call your personality. You have no doubt guessed long since that the conquest of time and the escape from reality, or however else it may be that you choose to describe your longing, means simply the wish to be relieved of your so-called personality. That is the prison where you lie. — Hermann Hesse

The inclusion of slope style in the Olympics is cool. I think it's going to be a total breath of fresh air. The Olympics needs us more than we need it. — Nick Goepper

But who can count the beatings of the lonely heart? — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier

Anything you cannot relinquish when it has outlived its usefulness possesses you, and in this materialistic age a great many of us are possessed by our possessions. — Peace Pilgrim

Spur not an unbroken horse; put not your plowshare too deep into new land. — Walter Scott

Yesterday's rain had left a bitter, springlike smell in the air; the vehemence that beat against her in the street and hummed above her had something a little wistful in it tonight, like a plaintive hand-organ tune. All the lovely things in the shop windows, the furs and jewels, roses and orchids, seemed to belong to her as she passed them. Not to have wrapped up and sent home, certainly; where would she put them? But they were hers to live among. — Willa Cather

There are melodies that speak as eloquently as words, that flow logically and inevitably from a single, pure emotion. — Rachel Hartman