There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it, by their very being there's fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.
To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction.
Your words smell of corpses.
Breathing air is a liberating experience. It freed our ancestors from the constraints of staying wet or having to remain within easy reach of water for refuge, respiration or reproduction. But the biggest change it made in our lives was to expose us to a whole new range of sensory experience.
Dead people don't really die. They live on within you.
When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.
Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Everyone is obsessed with air fresheners. We associate smell with disgust. But we're all locked into the body; we can't escape it.
If you give a character room to breathe, they come alive.