Top 1200 Taste And Smell Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

I have an opinion. I have my own taste.

Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things.

When carbon (C), Oxygen (o) and hydrogen (H) atoms bond in a certain way to form sugar, the resulting compound has a sweet taste. The sweetness resides neither in the C, nor in the O, nor in the H; it resides in the pattern that emerges from their interaction. It is an emergent property. Moreover, strictly speaking, is not a property of the chemical bonds. It is a sensory experience that arises when the sugar molecules interact with the chemistry of our taste buds, which in turns causes a set of neurons to fire in a certain way. The experience of sweetness emerges from that neural activity.

The French have got taste.

Taste has nothing to do with style.

People tell me all the time I should stop and smell the roses, but I can't. I'm always thinking of what I can do to make what I have better and do more.

I'm big on what's in good taste.

On your journey, don't forget to smell the flowers. Take time out to notice that you're alive. You can only live in one day.

I've had a black guy call me a honky, and I've also been told that white people smell like bologna.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

The fanboy community can smell in an instant, like smelling fear, when something was tailor-made in order to reach them as a demographic.

The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight

My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?

The quoting of an aphorism, like the angry barking of a dog or the smell of overcooked broccoli, rarely indicates that something helpful is about to happen.

People can sense you lying on the camera, they can smell it. They know when you're not telling the truth. Then it does become reality-show bullshit.

My kids have terrible taste.

He doesn't bring many girls round unless they're part of a job - but also 'cause his smell can sometimes kill kittens.

I use Twitter as a tool to get involved with people, to sell tickets to gigs where I can stand in a room and smell the audience - and I love that!

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

The loss of taste for what is right is loss of all right taste.

Reality is an acquired taste.

I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it's a pity we use it so little.

There was almost a universal acceptance of unhealthy conditions. Sulfur dioxide in smokestack emissions were the price, or smell, of prosperity.

Love is a taste of paradise.

Taste is improved by cultivation.

Taste has no system and no proofs.

My favorite thing about the Internet is that you get to go into the private world of real creeps without having to smell them.

Everyone's a taste-maker.

You can't legislate good taste.

Madrigal sniffed herself. "I'm almost sure I don't smell." "Maybe not, but between shining cleanliness and not smelling, there is a vast gray area.

There's no common taste in this world.

Let things taste the way they are.

The surest way to wake up and smell the roses every day is to go to sleep face down in the flower bed.

There is no disputing about taste.

I remember specific times and people in my life so much more clearly if I smell something that brings me back to them.

It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.

There is, however, a strange, musty smell in the air that reminds me of something...hmm...yes...I've got it...there's a VMS nearby, or I'm a Blit.

The workshop to me always means great atmosphere, working, smell of wood, dust and, at the end of the day, you've created something.

From so much of this seriously-intended pornography there rises, even when it is lewdly or boisterously comic, the acrid smell, unmistakable, of self-dislike.

When I go on a nostalgia trip it's not aesthetic. For me it's about trying to recapture the smell or the feeling of something that I've experienced in the past personally.

I dont wear cologne. I do occasionally, but anytime I take a shower, I just put on deodorant. Thats basically what I smell like.

My wife used to tell me one of my best qualities was that my feet don't smell, but I remember my brother's did when we were kids.

I've heard it said that when you die you enter a room of bright light, and that you can smell bread baking just around the corner.

Respectability offends my taste.

I think I've opened up my mind to all foods, except tinned tuna. I can't stand that. I will not go near it; the smell is unbearable.

Sort of desolate, decayed, the smell of - I don't want to dramatise it - but death, you know. That is what it feels like, no-man's-land, and it is not a nice place to be.

We have lost the taste for the real.

Good art theory must smell of the studio, although its language should differ from the household talk of painters and sculptors.

When I finished the trilogy of 'Pirates of the Caribbean' movies, I had a gear shift and thought, 'I need to take a moment to smell the roses.'

Simplicity is a matter of taste

I don't like the taste of alcohol.

To understand history,' Chacko said, 'we have to go inside and listen to what they're saying. And look at the books and the pictures on the wall. And smell the smells.

When I smell pho, I just automatically think of my mom. All these nostalgic feelings and memories come rushing through my head.

Money? I lost all taste for it.

The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.

Taste is the feminine of genius.

Although I don't know Oslo at all, there is something about the feel or the smell of the place that feels like home, which is quite interesting.