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“There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.”
― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

“The story that I love you, it has no end.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“That is our Shield Ring, our last stronghold; not the barrier fells and the totter-moss between, but something in the hearts of men.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, The Shield Ring

“We are often given pills or fluids to help remedy illness, yet little has been taught to us about the power of smell to do the exact same thing. It is known that the scent of fresh rosemary increases memory, but this cure for memory loss is not divulged by doctors to help the elderly. I also know that the most effective use of the blue lotus flower is not from its dilution with wine or tea â€� but from its scent. To really maximize the positive effects of the blue lily (or the pink lotus), it must be sniffed within minutes of plucking. This is why it is frequently shown being sniffed by my ancient ancestors on the walls of temples and on papyrus. Even countries across the Orient share the same imagery. The sacred lotus not only creates a relaxing sensation of euphoria, and increases vibrations of the heart, but also triggers genetic memory - and good memory with an awakened heart ushers wisdom.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“She is a ghost climbing out of the sea, returning to the spot where no one loved her quite enough to keep her safe.”
― E. Lockhart, Family of Liars

“I plucked a sprig of rosemary from the pot in the windowsill, and as I inhaled its fresh scent, something flashed in my mind.
I went to the pantry and took out a jar of wildflower honey. I held it up to make sure I had enough, and the sun lit it up like a jar of gold. There was that flash again- I almost had it, but it slipped away.
I preheated the oven and mixed my ingredients. I sprinkled in the fragrant rosemary. Remember, Mimi. What have you forgotten?
By the time I got the pan in the oven, Dad had come downstairs. He sniffed the air. "Rosemary, huh? What are you making?"
"Rosemary-honey-olive oil muffins."
"Did you add white pepper, like we talked about last time?"
I grinned. "A tiny bit. Next time, do you think we should try it with goat's milk?”
― Rajani LaRocca, Midsummer's Mayhem

“I thought these were weeds."
He smiled. "No, but you're being consistent in your pursuit of rosemary. Clearly, you hate rosemary."
"I've got nothing against her, I assure you."
"Well, she's gone now, so she can't contradict you."
I frowned at him. "Shouldn't your English not be good enough to allow you to make plays on words like that? Shouldn't I be able to outcolloquialize you?"
He stood up and raised his palms. "The Dutch educational system is superlative."
"Yeah? Well, my kids know that worms are hermaphrodites, so there.”
― Abbi Waxman, The Garden of Small Beginnings