When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
There is an infinity of landscape here, caused by the purity of the atmosphere. It has been said that there is a… — Hans Heysen Copy Share Image
I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Love is the hardest thing in the world to write about. So simple. You've got to catch it through details, like the… — Billy Wilder Copy Share Image
I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood… — Angus Wilson Copy Share Image
Budapest in late May is a city of lilacs. The sweet, languid, rather sleepy smell of lilacs wafts everywhere. And it is… — Joyce Carol Oates Copy Share Image
O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
“And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
When you're on top and you lead the parade, everyone's there throwing lilies and lilac water on your head. But when those… — Sylvester Stallone Copy Share Image
The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it,… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, I loiter aimlessly in the long, long And lonely rainy alley, I hope to encounter A lilac-like… — Dai Wangshu Copy Share Image
Yes, I heard my people singing!-in the glow of parlor coal-stove and on summer porches sweet with lilac air, from choir loft… — Paul Robeson Copy Share Image
At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching among the lights of 27th and Welton in the Denver colored section, wishing… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
Yes, I heard my people singing!-in the glow of parlor coal-stove and on summer porches sweet with lilac air, from choir loft… — Paul Robeson Copy Share Image
Through the window of my mask I see a wall of coral, its surface a living kaleidoscope of lilac flecks, splashes of… — Jacques Yves Cousteau Copy Share Image
The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, The poplar's gentle and tall, But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city… — E. Nesbit Copy Share Image
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
L.A. kills people.' Jacaranda said. 'You're lucky you're leaving. You'll be able to write.' She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
