Jasmine Quotes

“In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home.
It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard.
I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.”
― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

“Meanwhile, spring came, and with it the outpourings of Nature. The hills were soon splashed with wild flowers; the grass became an altogether new and richer shade of green; and the air became scented with fresh and surprising smells -- of jasmine, honeysuckle, and lavender.”
― Dalai Lama XIV, Freedom in Exile: The Autobiography of the Dalai Lama

“The smell of jasmine makes people tell their secrets”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“On the outskirts of our sad savage town, I was overcome by a feeling of profound melancholy, though I fought it off by stuffing a large amount of jasmine essence up my nose.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“Do you trust me?”
― Aladdin

“Die Freiheit von der Hoffnung ist die vollkommene Freiheit.

The freedom of the hope is complete freedom.”
― Unica Zürn, The Man of Jasmine & Other Texts

“She is a one in a billion girl. When you meet her, you will feel a serene breeze engulf you. When she smiles at you, the world pauses for a while. When she speaks, it feels like the nightingales are singing. She is extraordinarily pretty. She is beautiful as the rose flower. She is the fragrance of a million jasmine flowers. She is the sensitivity of the dew drops. She is the innocence of the blooming llily, ily. She is the calm of the sylvan lake. She is the beautiful light of the candle flame. She is the wildness of the Kadupal flower. She is the magic of the full moon night! When you meet her, you will forget all other girls that you ever met in the world. She is the prettiest girl in the whole world. She is the most amazing and wonderful girl in the whole world. She is the Poet's Muse. ”
― Avijeet Das

“The empress of the perfumer's palette, jasmine must be harvested before the rising sun to retain the full force of its delicate fragrance. Fragile and fleeting, jasmine is a fair nymph of a flower with a potent perfume. A world without jasmine? Simply unimaginable. -DB”
― Jan Moran, Scent of Triumph

“every year it seems
the jasmine
creeps back
into my life
just when I begin to worry
nothing will smell sweet
anymore”
― Samantha Rae Lazar, Reaching Marrakesh

“So, Ray... you seem like a cool cat,” she said. “Are you into alternative lifestyle parties?”
― Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans

“It was filled with a dark paste, rather than liquid. I unscrewed the cap. The smell rolled toward me, and I reared back. I could almost hear growling, the pop of a bone socket.
"Civet," Claudia said, unfazed. "It takes a strong stomach to smell an animalic base note straight, don't you think? But a drop or two, down there in the bottom of a perfume? It sends that other message. Death and sex- that's what perfume's all about. You'll understand when you're older."
I stared back at her. I knew about death. I knew about sex. I didn't need her to tell me.
She held out another bottle, her expression bland. "Jasmine."
I was cautious this time, barely sniffing the contents, but the smell was a relief- sweet, white, and creamy, almost euphoric. I felt as if I were floating in it.
Just as I was about to put the bottle down, though, I caught a whiff of something else in the background, something narcotic and sticky. I inhaled more deeply, trying to pin it down.
"You like it," Claudia said. For the first time, she seemed pleased with me. "Do you know what that is, that note you're searching for?"
I shook my head. It was right there, but in that cool, blank room, I couldn't quite name it.
"It's shit," Claudia said. She smiled, slow and lazy. "Technically, the molecule's called indole, but a rose by any other name...”
― Erica Bauermeister, The Scent Keeper

“The scent of my blood was mesmerizing in its intensity, a luscious, potent, ethereal haze that clung to the walls of the bathroom. It was far more intense than the opening of the vial itself. It was like a thousand ruby red vials. A million. It filled the room like an actual presence, and it dawned on us both at the same time that my blood not only contained the scent, but was the scent itself.
Leather, like warm Egyptian incense, like a dark library in an old city.
Jasmine, like the sweet, sweet scent of decay.
Fire, like hot darkness.
And red velvet rose, like a sheath of light and lilting femininity.”
― Margot Berwin, Scent of Darkness

“She is a one in a billion girl. When you meet her, you will feel a serene breeze engulf you. When she smiles at you, the world pauses for a while. When she speaks, it feels like the nightingales are singing. She is extraordinarily pretty. She is beautiful as the rose flower. She is the fragrance of a million jasmine flowers. She is the sensitivity of the dew drops. She is the innocence of the blooming lilly. She is the calm of the sylvan lake. She is the beautiful light of the candle flame. She is the wildness of the Kadupul flower. She is the magic of the full moon night! When you meet her, you will forget all other girls that you ever met in the world. She is the prettiest girl in the whole world. She is the most amazing and wonderful girl in the whole world. She is the Poet's Muse.”
― Avijeet Das

“Cranberry cock-tail for me, you dirty carpet-muncher.”
― Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans

“Jasmine smells like human flesh. Mix it with cumin, which smells like sweat, and you have the scent of sex. If you spread it on your body, watch out, you'll have sycophants all over the place, people crawling out of the woodwork to be close to you.”
― Margot Berwin, Scent of Darkness

“Finally, he turns to face me. “Run, Jasmine. If you make it to the front door, I’ll release you, trust fund intact.”
Run.
I plant my feet. “And if I don’t?”
Another of those sinful chuckles. “Then you’re mine, body and soul.”
― Katee Robert, Desperate Measures

“I have syphilis,” she states, and I choke on the water in my mouth.

He smiles at her. “No, you don’t.”

She rolls her eyes and rips her arm from his hold, stomping off with a bleach blonde following her. She must belong to Cross because he also follows them, finding an open space at the bar to order drinks away from us.

“Man, you must have really fucked up for her to choose an STD over your dick.” Bones laughs, finding too much joy in their exchange. Even Titan can’t hide his laughter, and Nite smiles.”
― Shantel Tessier, Madness

“Rosalia was standing in a field of fragrant white jasmine flowers. It was the first week in June, and the sun was especially hot today. She could feel it warming her head through the cotton kerchief she wore. A large straw basket, slung around her arm, held the jasmines she was harvesting for the jasmine water that was needed to make Gelo di Melone- watermelon pudding. With the temperatures well in the eighties, the shop couldn't make enough of the watermelon pudding that was popular with the villagers during late spring and throughout the summer.
As she picked the jasmines from their stems, she frequently took the time to smell them although she didn't need to do so since the fragrance surrounded her. But she loved holding the blossoms up to her nose and inhaling deeply.”
― Rosanna Chiofalo, Rosalia's Bittersweet Pastry Shop

“These vines will be blooming by summer don't you remember? It's just the bones of the garden you're looking at right now." I thought of the trumpet vine and honeysuckle that would green and flower; the jasmine that would sweeten the air, its perfume drifting in the windows of our home.”
― Mindy Friddle, The Garden Angel

“The oil smelled floral and musky, like a flowery animal.
She kept right on stroking my body.
"It has lilac, jasmine, and musk from a rutting deer," she said.
The words for the ingredients excited me. Lilac, jasmine, and musk, I said to myself. Lilac, jasmine, and musk, I must. Lilac, jasmine, and musk, I must. They sounded like an incantation. They sounded like the sexiest words in the English language.”
― Margot Berwin, Hothouse Flower and the Nine Plants of Desire

“I’m not going to simply gift you with every piece of me.”
“Too bad. That’s exactly what I want.”
― Katee Robert, Desperate Measures

“Sleep is for the weak. Only those willing to sacrifice will ever make it.”
― Shantel Tessier, Cross

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“Well, my hoodie got caught on the doorknob as I was leaving the house yesterday and the collar choked me. My nipples got hard and my cunt wet. It was the most action I’ve had in three weeks.”
― Shantel Tessier, Code of Silence

“You have a new message from Big Daddy Dick.” The voice goes on to read the text out loud. “Quit fucking ignoring me, woman! I’m going to give you until midnight, and if you have not responded to me by then, I will show up at your house, knock down your door, and tie you to your bed. I’ll fuck that sweet cunt in ways you didn’t even know were possible while my belt is wrapped around your neck. Then when I’ve had enough of that pussy, I’ll move on to that smart-ass mouth of yours because we both know how much you love choking on my cock. Lastly, I will bend you over my knee with your hands tied behind your back and spank your ass until it’s black and blue before I pin you to the floor and fuck it as well. You won’t be able to walk for a week, let alone sit down. And that’s a goddamn promise!”

A silence follows before Emilee begins to whistle. “Damn. Maybe you should get some lingerie for him while we’re shopping today. Give him something to rip off before he has his way with you.”

“A restraining order sounds more appropriate,” April jokes with a laugh.

Jasmine just smiles, reaching over and presses ignore to the text, and the music once again fills the car.

“Are you going to respond to that?” I ask wide-eyed.

“Nope.” She gives me a quick glance and winks. “A man is only as good as his word.”
― Shantel Tessier, Bones

“Once established, jasmine grows well in this garden, and there are three, no, four varieties now. A soft yellow, like clotted cream, that hangs loosely from the window boxes, shifting in the breeze. A pink variety, Jasminum stephanense, clambers up the brittle, naked stems of a much older plant, using its relative as a trellis. White stars of Jasminum grandiflorum cover the tendrils that have woven a canopy over the courtyard, a fragrant white parasol whose petals fall like snowflakes each autumn.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“Some plants give out their strongest scents during daylight, attracting bees and butterflies; like phlox and many lilies, jasmine keeps its headiest moments for the night, to attract moths, which are the plant's most efficient pollinator.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“False moonlight bathed the greenhouse in a pale blue light. At the peak of the cupola, an imitation moon was cradled in a web of glittering strands. Swirls of sparkling cloud drifted through on a breath of impossible wind. The flowers were a deep blue, black, and gray--- the colors of a garden at night. Even their leaves were a dark gray. Starlike sparkles drifted up from the blossoms, as if the flowers were breathing out stardust.
It smelled like jasmine.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Enchanted Greenhouse

“Iris pssp-pssped and Chéri's marmalade head popped up in slow-blinking wakefulness from a large wicker basket on the living room floor. She found them both curled up inside, Chéri, the orange tabby boy, and Jasmine, a deaf white female, still asleep, the two of them forming a Creamsicle yin and yang. Jasmine felt her brother's movement, and soon both were yawning and stretching, emerging from the basket like pulled taffy.”
― Francesca Serritella, Full Bloom

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“Jasmine: A flowering shrub or vine in the olive family with milk-white, star-shaped blossoms whose sensual, spicy, peach-and-vanilla scent inspires feelings of love”
― Meg Donohue, The Memory Gardener