He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men. Patrick Süskind More Quotes by Patrick Süskind More Quotes From Patrick Süskind ...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything. Patrick Süskind hard-workhumilitymean Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it. Patrick Süskind odorscentstronger He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted. Patrick Süskind leftwantedpeople He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent. Patrick Süskind scentprinciplesmade He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist. Patrick Süskind oblivionfelt People left him alone. And that was all he wanted. Patrick Süskind leftwantedpeople And because people are stupid and use their noses only for blowing, but believe absolutely anything they see with their eyes, they will say it is because this is a girl with beauty and grace and charm. Patrick Süskind girlstupidbelieve For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who couldn't defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men. Patrick Süskind hatebrotherheart This perfume was not like any perfume known before. It was not a scent that made things smell better... it was completely new, capable of creating a whole world, a magical, rich world, and in an instant you forgot all the loathsomeness around you and felt so rich, so at ease, so free, so fine. Patrick Süskind smellcreatingworld Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame. Patrick Süskind burningflamesenthusiasm ...he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length. Patrick Süskind lengtharmspeople He possessed the power. He held it in his hand. A power stronger than the power of money or the power of terror or the power of death: the invincible power to command the love of mankind. There was only one thing that power could not do: it could not make him able to smell himself. Patrick Süskind smellstrongerhands Bathed in sweat and trembling with agitation, no, not with agitation, but with fear, for he finally admitted it to himself: it was naked fear that had seized him, and in admitting it he grew calmer and his thoughts clearer. Patrick Süskind agitationsweatfear Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish. Patrick Süskind tiredeyehome No human being can go on living in the same house with a pigeon, a pigeon is the epitomy of chaos and anarchy, a pigeon that whizzes around unpredictably, that sets it's claws in you, picks at your eyes. Patrick Süskind eyegoes-onhouse It was good, really, that this external world still existed, if only as a place of refuge. Patrick Süskind refugestillsworld She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky. Patrick Süskind girldarksweet When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love. Patrick Süskind prouddonefirsts And finally - he was neither able nor willing to prevent it - the self-loathing dammed up inside him spilled over and gushed out, gushed out of glaring eyes that grew ever grimmer, angrier, beneath the rim of his cap, flooding the outside world as perfect, vulgar hate. Patrick Süskind hateeyeself He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and malice. Patrick Süskind spitemalicefavors
