... in the garden where the lilacs were so tall it was…

“...and from then on whenever he smells lilacs he'll think about this moment. How the bees were circling above him, how purple the ink…

— Alice Hoffman

“Out of the fresh little green hearts of their foliage the lilacs raised inquisitively over the fence of the park their plumes of white…

— Marcel Proust

“Alive to the loving past She conjures her own. Nothing is wholly lost— Sun on the stone. And lilacs in their splendor Like lost…

— May Sarton

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

— Anonymous

Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards…

— Amy Lowell

“There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part…

— Walt Whitman

Lilacs are May in essence.

— Jean Hersey

The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.

— Margaret Millar

Budapest in late May is a city of lilacs. The sweet, languid, rather sleepy smell of lilacs wafts everywhere. And it is a city…

— Joyce Carol Oates

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

— Anonymous

“In the same way that the picturesque designers were always careful to include some reminder of our mortality in their gardens -- a ruin,…

— Michael Pollan

My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In…

— Daniel O'Connell

A garden has a curious innocent way of consuming cash while all the time you are under the illusion that you are spending nothing.

— Esther Meynell

It's difficult for people to come to the understanding that only a small minority of the people ever really get the word about life,…

— Earl Nightingale

“As dreams are the healing songs from the wilderness of our unconscious - So wild animals, wild plants, wild landscapes are the healing dreams…

— Dale Pendell