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51. "The interest of [businessmen] is always in some respects different from, and even opposite to, that of the public ... The proposal of any new law or regulation of commerce which comes from this order ... ought never to be adopted, till after having been long and carefully examined ... with the most suspicious attention. It comes from an order of men ... who have generally an interest to deceive and even oppress the public"
Author: Adam Smith
52. "[T]he unsympathetic assessments we make of others are usually the result of nothing more sinister than our habit of looking at them in the wrong way, through lenses clouded by distraction, exhaustion and fear, which blind us to the fact that they are really, despite a thousand differences, just altered versions of ourselves: fellow fragile, uncertain, flawed beings likewise craving love and in urgent need of forgiveness."
Author: Alain De Botton
53. "...and from then on whenever he smells lilacs he'll think about this moment. How the bees were circling above him, how purple the ink on the leaflets he's been distributing suddenly seemed, how he realized, all at once, just how beautiful a woman can be."
Author: Alice Hoffman
54. "I think the root of embarrassment is feeling totally misunderstood, wanting to explain yourself over and over but knowing that you won't make much sense to anyone even if you do."
Author: Alice Ozma
55. "I'm barely human. I'm more like a creature; to me, everything gives off a scent! Thoughts, moments, feelings, movements, words left unsaid, words barely spoken; they all have a distinct sense, distinct fragrances! Both a smell and a touch! To inhale is to capture, to experience! I can perceive and I can "touch" in so many odd ways! And so I am made up of all these scents, all these feelings! An illumination of nerve endings!"
Author: C. JoyBell C.
56. "Taking a deep breath that smelled of rain, she was poised to move when a hand clasped her elbow. Memories of another hand grabbing her sent panic shooting through her veins.She swung around."Whoa. You okay?" Lucas lightened his clasp around her arm.Kylie caught her breath and stared up at the werewolf's blue eyes. "Yeah. You just...surprised me. You need to whistle when you come up on me."
Author: C.C. Hunter
57. "YOU! You're boring! You're not even good enough for a good insult! You're in the one place Where magic is always real! Part the seas if you want! Rain down ink and blood! Transform! Fly! You're not allowed to spend the rest of your life panicking! You've got to give something back if you want to get out of here!"What? What?? What do I give?"You've got stories in there, I know, I can smell 'em--"Stoppit, stoppit! I don't! I can't tell a story to save my life!"Funny you should put it that way."
Author: Carla Speed McNeil
58. "Outside, it feels like there is less standing between the Creator and us. There is a lingering visceral connection we can hear and see and smell, reminders of the bond between Creator and creation, like the mountain sage crushed up in the pocket of the sweatshirt I was wearing on a short, muddy hike the other day. "In"
Author: Cathleen Falsani
59. "Subject: Challenge acceptedMr. Zaccadelli,If you keep this up, I'm going to report you to the workplace hotline for harassment. They don't take kindly to tattooed, guitar-playing dudes making advances toward sweet, innocent girls. Game ON.Sincerely,The Girl You Will Never HaveP.S. Esquire? You are so full of shit."
Author: Chelsea M. Cameron
60. "I wake up with you as the last thought in my dreams. I dream about your lips, the smell of your skin and hair, and the freaking fire that burms inside of me to be inside you. I want to bury myself inside you and never climb out, my sweet death. Grace, I'm fucking in love with you." - Shane"
Author: Christine Zolendz
61. "I seem to be allergic to whatever that terrible smell is," said Gateman when the urge to sneeze had finally subsided."What terrible smell?""The air," said Gateman. "It smells...different.""That's called oxygen," said Professor Boxley. "Freh air. No cars, no buses, no factories; just pure, clean oxygen."
Author: Cuthbert Soup
62. "Soul, soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No."
Author: Dan Totheroh
63. "Or rather, I dreamed of her constantly, only as absence, not presence: a breeze blowing through a just-vacated house, her handwriting on a notepad, the smell of her perfume, streets in strange lost towns where I knew she'd been walking only a moment before but had just vanished, a shadow moving away against a sunstruck wall. Sometimes I spotted her in a crowd, or in a taxicab pulling away, and these glimpses of her I treasured despite the fact that I was never able to catch up with her."
Author: Donna Tartt
64. "He was aware, suddenly, of the chill condensing clammily on his skin, the smell of damp cobblestones, of the very air flowing in and out of his lings.But most of all he was aware of the woman, this woman, his woman, standing so proudly, waiting patiently for him, only him.He walked toward her and knew with every fiber of his being that he walked to life itself."
Author: Elizabeth Hoyt
65. "Io ero già tutto preso dalla porta e dalla brutta sensazione che mi aveva creato fin dal principio. Era una porta ad arco di fattura toscana, laccata di bianco, elegante e del tutto in sintonia con il colore smorto delle pareti esterne. Però l'idea generale conferiva la sensazione di una patina calata sulla casa in una giornata bigia di pioggia e mai più scivolata via. Il particolare che stonava di più con l'immagine tutto sommato omogenea del resto erano le due finestrelle di vetro smerigliato. Due quarti di cerchio, disposti l'uno accanto all'altro all'interno del semicerchio superiore della porta, con gli angoli a novanta gradi rivolti verso l'esterno. Sembravano i due occhi opachi di un catatonico."
Author: Fabrizio Valenza
66. "As the shabby section of the audience rose to its feet, waving its hats and food-wrappers, a rich, stale smell wafted through the auditorium. It had something of the fog on the boulevard outside, where the pavements were sticky with rain, but also something more intimate : it suggested old stew and course tobacco, the coat racks and bookshelves of a pawnshop, and damp straw mattresses impregnated with urine and patchouli. It was - as though the set designer had intended some ironical epilogue - the smell of the real Latin Quarter."
Author: Graham Robb
67. "I used to be a discipline problem, which caused me embarrassment until I realized that being a discipline problem in a racist society is sometimes an honor."
Author: Ishmael Reed
68. "Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me." He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing her into him. "I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you?" No, she probably wouldn't."
Author: J.R. Ward
69. "His stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes--grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love--they seduced her every time... but not tonight."
Author: Jake Vander Ark
70. "I cant take it like this much longer, Milt," Karen said muffledly into the big CKC shirt with its male smell, allowing herself the luxury of letting the bars all the way down for once, enjoying for just this moment the eternal degradation of being a woman."I cant take it much longer," she whimpered, tasting it, the eternally caught and held hard in the grasp of some man, the forever humiliated heavy weight it was impossible to squirm out from under, the forever helpless except for the mercy of him who always takes what he wants without any, and that all women learn instinctively not to expect [...] That was all they wanted. That was all any of them wanted. You give them the greatest thing you possess, the most intimate secret, and they --- just take it. Well, let them have it. Let them all have some of it. Let them root and rut and rowel, as if it was no more important than that why were they all so anxious to keep it away from each other?"
Author: James Jones
71. "Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust."
Author: James Shirley
72. "Lorelai pulls me in closer and I feel her hair brush the side of my face.Huh, she smells like bubblegum and oranges.Wait. What the hell?Oh great! I'm actually sniffing her hair now. Yeah, that's not super creepy at all!Time to dial back the crazy. It would be wrong to make a move, remember?The song ends and suddenly The Ronettes' ‘Be My Baby' starts to play."Ah! I loooove thissss!" Lorelai declares as she grabs me and starts gyrating up and down. It's wrong to make a move. It's wrong to make a move. It's wrong to make a move.Oh God …"
Author: Joanne McClean
73. "The U.S. is a cosmetic democracy."
Author: John Pilger
74. "I just prefer wood. I like the smell. To me, it's a lot cheaper than electric or gas, and it's more convenient. It's just a better heat to me."
Author: Junior Johnson
75. "I learned regret in the ruins of Tarbfhlaith. I regretted that ambition had ruled my heart instead of affection for my kin. And with the lesson of regret came the gratitude for having life still to move my lips and limbs, and to speak kind words to and embrace those I may not see again on this sweet-smelling earth. I learned that I cannot wait to love what is in my presence, for it or I may well be gone tomorrow. To some, such as Giannon, this lesson poisons the heart with bitterness. But such bitterness has no value and is, in fact, cowardly. For bitterness risks nothing."
Author: Kate Horsley
76. "Come on," he said, and then dragged me toward the house.I stopped when we got to the porch. "What is that smell?"Ryan sniffed his shirt and with a smile said, "Armani. You like it?""Not you," I said. "It smells like someone is frying up dog vomit in your house." This took Ryan by surprise. I guess it was pretty random. "You'rereally sick sometimes, Baker," Ryan said. "You know that?"
Author: Kelly Oram
77. "Nu sitter de tre der og koser sig med hverandre og har denne lille hemmelighet med slikkerier sig imellem. Det er som de sitter og deler og spiser op tyvekoster, de skræmmer hverandre for spøk at mama kommer, bedstemor kommer, de stikker litt tilside til brødrene, til studenten og smeddrengen. Å det var ingen som denne far til å lage kalas for børn....så pludselig tror de å høre nogen komme, farn skynder sig å rydde bordet, han kaster i siste øieblik to hele hveteboller i munden og sitter derpå urørlig med kjæverne. Å han er så utstoppet og ustyrtelig komisk med sit alvorlige ansigt og sin mund fuld av hveteboller... Farn må stige op på en stol for å tygge ut. Tre børn."
Author: Knut Hamsun
78. "Why do you care?" His eyes looked casually over my shoulder, down the hallway then flicked back to me. "Are you jealous?" his left eyebrow rose slightly."Of Lizzie, umm, no," I mouthed."Ah, huh" he didn't sound convinced. "So what are you doing with Kosic?" His face twitched for a second like he smelled something bad."Jealous?" I smiled."
Author: Leah Spiegel
79. "Sam was waiting for her,his gaze sweeping over her. "Looks great." "I look like a geek," Lucy said. "I smell like a brewery. And I need a bra.""My dream date."
Author: Lisa Kleypas
80. "Right then, and at every moment since you'd left me, all I could think about was you. I wanted you in that apartment. I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew I couldn't—shouldn't—have it. That's what I hated most. The uncertainty of you. You'd kidnapped me, put my life in danger … but I loved you, too."
Author: Lucy Christopher
81. "Grace," I said, my vision swirling now because of her blood smeared across my wrists, "Can you hear me?" She nodded then stumbled to her knees. I knelt beside her; her eyes were huge and afraid and my heart was breaking. "I'll come find you, I said. "I promise I'll come find you. Don't forget me. Don't-don't lose yourself."
Author: Maggie Stiefvater
82. "I was thankful that nobody was there to meet me at the airport. We reached Paris just as the light was fading. It had been a soft, gray March day, with the smell of spring in the air. The wet tarmac glistened underfoot; over the airfield the sky looked very high, rinsed by the afternoon's rain to a pale clear blue. Little trails of soft cloud drifted in the wet wind, and a late sunbeam touched them with a fleeting underglow. Away beyond the airport buildings the telegraph wires swooped gleaming above the road where passing vehicles showed lights already."
Author: Mary Stewart
83. "And now that they have us here, under their control, they've dropped whatever act they had on earth. We're seeing them as they really are.' He dipped his glove into the water and watched as the water turned golden. The air suddenly smelled of citrus. 'Look! It's orange juice!''Josh, focus!''You sound just like Mom or Isis or whatever her name is."
Author: Michael Scott
84. "Ze wilde hun vertellen dat achter het communisme, achter het fascisme, achter alle bezettingen en invallen een wezenlijker en algemener kwaad schuilde; het beeld van dat kwaad is voor haar een optocht van marcherende mensen geworden die de handen heffen en eenstemmig dezelfde lettergrepen schreeuwen. Maar ze wist dat ze hun niet kon uitleggen. Verlegen bracht ze het gesprek op een ander onderwerp."
Author: Milan Kundera
85. "Whatever beauty she thought she might have possessed she realized had only been through her husband's assessment of her"
Author: Molly Ringwald
86. "The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb"
Author: Nancy B. Brewer
87. "The cells smell is a great feature of French prisons. Ours in No.44 was one of those fine broad-shouldered up and coming young smells, which stand on both feet and look the world in the eye. We became very fond and proud of it."
Author: P.G. Wodehouse
88. "- og nu er det jeg som står og blir liten på den siste krumning i hyldens blygt hendøende motiv.-Drømmer jeg? Er dette et skridt på en jordisk menneskevei? Kan det være en fjeldvægg, en stivnet form, denne foss av gulgrått sva, dette Niagara i sten, som med lydløs torden styrter sig ned over kanten og smelder i skogen efter et eneste sopende sveip på nærmere tusen meter?"
Author: Peter Wessel Zapffe
89. "I knew someday you would realize your worth. Your worthiness.'I shake my head. 'Oh Ximena, he was right to choose me but not becuase of me worht...You, Cosme, Hector...were already willing to be heroes. But I would have done nothing, become nothing, were it not for this thing inside me. So you see, God picked me becuase I was unworthy."
Author: Rae Carson
90. "Some say we came God's purpose to fulfil -Faith a poor purpose then, if so you will;Sport for the heavenly huntsmen, others say, -Sorry the sport, methinks, and poor the skill."
Author: Richard Le Gallienne
91. "It already smells good," he said, pointing toward the stove. "It smells... quiet." He looked at her."Quiet? Could something smell quiet" She was thinking about the phrase, asking herself. He was right. After the pork chops and steaks and roasts she cooked for the family, this was quiet cooking. No violence involved anywhere down the food chain, except maybe for pulling up the vegetables. The stew cooked quietly and smelled quiet."
Author: Robert James Waller
92. "It's not evil, Rand. I know something evil when I smell it. This isn't evil, it's just incredibly stupid."
Author: Robert Jordan
93. "I was making scrambled eggs smothered in Tabasco, his favorite, when he told me about Stephanie. The way she made him laugh. The way she understood him. The way they connected. I pictured the image of two Lego pieces fusing together, and I shuddered. It's funny; when I think back to that morning, I can actually smell burned eggs and Tabasco. Had I known that this is what the end of my marriage would smell like, I would have made pancakes."
Author: Sarah Jio
94. "Tous les enfants essaient de compenser la séparation du sevrage par des conduites de séduction et de parade; on oblige le garçon à dépasser ce stade, on le délivre de son narcissisme en le fixant sur son pénis; tandis que la fillette est confirmée dans cette tendance à se faire objet qui est commune à tous les enfants."
Author: Simone De Beauvoir
95. "I see using my other senses. I can smell the rain before it drops, but I can't watch it fall. I can feel the sun on my face, but I can't see it rise or set. I want to see the world like everyone else, to see the sun, the rain, the music. Oh I bet music looks beautiful."
Author: Sydney Wells
96. "To ther Hed Wizzard, Unsene Universety, Greatings, I hop you ar well, I am sending to you won Escarrina Smith, shee hath thee maekings of wizzardery but whot may be ferther dun wyth hyr I knowe not shee is a gode worker and clene about hyr person allso skilled in diuerse arts of thee howse, I will send Monies wyth hyr May you liv longe and ende youre days in pese, And oblije, Esmerelder Weatherwaxe (Mss) Wytch."
Author: Terry Pratchett
97. "He made his voice low and smug as he thumbed her hardened nipple. Smearing soot in a lewd circle. "Don't play innocent, Miss Highwood. You've been wanting this. A hard, sweaty pounding from the village smith. These strong, dirty hands all over your body. You've been wanting it, haven't you?" "I . . ." He withdrew halfway, then slid deep. "Haven't you?" As he moved in and out, her head bobbed in a subtle nod. "Say it." He thrust hard. She gasped. "Yes."
Author: Tessa Dare
98. "A volte desidereresti fuggire in un'altra parte del libro. Smetti di leggere e sfogli le pagine in avanti, scorgendo di sfuggita la storia che corre, non al di sopra del mondo ma attraverso di esso, attraverso foreste e complicazioni, attraverso il caos delle intenzioni e delle città. A mano a mano che ti avvicini alle ultime pagine, affretti sempre più il ritmo della lettura, finché non ti ritrovi immerso in un groviglio di inquietudine. Poi, all'improvviso, il pollice perde la presa e fluttui fuori dalla storia tornando in te stesso. Il libro è di nuovo una fragile nave fatta di tessuto e di carta. Sei stato ovunque e in nessun posto"
Author: Thomas Wharton
99. "What were you saying about the way I smell?" "It's like hot testosterone on a fuckin' cracker, sprinkled with cinnamon." ~Mariss"
Author: Tyffani Clark Kemp
100. "Now from where I sit this whole thing smells like its downwind from a cow barn on a hot June day!"
Author: Waylon Jennings

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