Smells Of Christmas Quotes & Sayings

It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be wounded or mutilated. She could never shoot herself or jump off a building. But being dead wasn't unthinkable. — Janet Fitch

The whole place smells of dried flowers and burnt egg, and there isn't a nail or picture hook in the entire hotel that doesn't have a few dusty sprigs of old Christmas tinsel caught on it all year round. — Emerald Fennell

Mal," I whispered into the night.
"What?"
"Thanks for finding me."
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, "Always. — Leigh Bardugo

I love cooking during Christmas, all smells like the hot apple cider, the hot spiced wine. — Amy Smart

Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!"
Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives. — James Patterson

You've got Americans who are making Amazon and Facebook and Twitter. That level of American needs to run future government. — Megan Smith

This person should have been aborted years ago. — Richard Dawkins

I remember being this little girl missing her daddy and living so far away in France and from anything that was familiar to me. I felt so different and so isolated. When you're removed from everything that's familiar, you realize who you are. — Penelope Mitchell

Complaining does not work as a strategy. We all have finite time and energy. Any time we spend whining is unlikely to help us achieve our goals. And it won't make us happier. — Randy Pausch

There was this one time in Vegas when I took four Victoria's Secret models and did one gram off each of their bodies within, like, 45 minutes. I declared myself King of Vegas and decided to remodel my hotel room with my bare hands to resemble King Louis XIV's bedroom at Versailles. Knocked down two entire walls, and later had four knuckle surgeries. Still wasn't as high as Rob Ford. — Charlie Sheen

I don't mind talking about my dad because he's such a good dude. — Max Winkler

Scars are not signs of weakness, they are signs of survival and endurance. — Rodney A. Winters

Civilization is the world with its leg asleep. — Austin O'Malley

I throw a Christmas party at my house. It's not really a Christmas party, because I don't want to call it a Christmas party. But let's just say I put a lot of Christmas trees around the house, so it smells good. — Bill Murray

At the top of the slope on the perimeter of the site, overlooking six lanes of motorway, is a diner frequented by lorry drivers who have either just unloaded or or are waiting to pick up their cargo. Anyone nursing a disappointment with domestic life would find relief in this tiled, brightly lit cafeteria with its smells of fries and petrol, for it has the reassuring feel of a place where everyone is just passing through
and which therefore has none of the close-knit or convivial atmosphere which could cast a humiliating light on one's own alienation. It suggests itself as an ideal location for Christmas lunch for those let down by their families. — Alain De Botton

My wife and I tend to overgift to our kids at Christmas. We laugh and feel foolish when a kid is so distracted with one toy that we must force them into opening the next, or when something grand goes completely unnoticed in a corner. How consumerist, right? How crassly American. How like God. We are all that overwhelmed kid, not even noticing our heartbeats, not even noticing our breathing, not even noticing that our fingertips can feel and pick things up, that pie smells like pie and that our hangnails heal and that honey-crisp apples are real and that dogs wag their tails and that awe perpetually awaits us in the sky. The real yearning, the solomonic state of mind, is caused by too much gift, by too many things to love in too short a time. Because the more we are given, the more we feel the loss as we are all made poor and sent back to our dust. — N.D. Wilson

You have two choices in life: Live the life you want or live the life of acceptance. — Shannon L. Alder

Once one knows what heartless people can do, it cannot be entirely forgotten. It always remains among the possible things that can befall you. — Robin Hobb

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood — Richard Paul Evans

My countess tells me Genevieve has taken it into her head to remove to Paris. I suspect she wants to avoid being aunt-at-large, while her own situation admits of no change. We are Jenny's family, and Christmas is upon us. Harrison paints, he argues with her, and he has all his teeth. What say you, gentlemen?" "Paris reeks," Lord Kesmore said. "Harrison's scent is rather pleasant by comparison." "He smells of linseed oil," St. Just observed. "A point in his favor," Hazelton murmured, "from Lady Jenny's perspective." Westhaven — Grace Burrowes