“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?”
“the knowledge of impermanence that haunts our days is their very fragrance.”
“the fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in Spring is itself but a fleeting memory.”
“And your fragrance shall be my breath,And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.”
“The horizon all around me breathed out perfume announcing her arrival as the fragrance precedes a flower”
“literature can very well describe the absurd, but it should never become absurd itself”