the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring. — Margaret Millar 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
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
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
Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it… — Stevie Smith 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
“Lilac makes on occasion a sound between a sniff and a snort that's as damning as all improper words in the language… — Leslie Ford Copy Share Image
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs,… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
You were red. You loved me because I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you… — Andrea Russett 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
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
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell 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
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
I wonder if I don't give too much of myself to writing: I am always half where I am; the other half… — Natalie Goldberg 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
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
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
“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
The American spring is like the country itself: abundant, rich, flowing over you like a full tide. ... Azaleas were suddenly ablaze.… — Svetlana Alliluyeva 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
Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The oblong, one-layer cake was coated in powder-pink frosting. Around the sides of the cake the pink was decorated with white frills… — Gaile Parkin Copy Share Image
in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the… — Anonymous 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
I made wine from the lilac tree/Put my heart in its recipe/It makes me see what I want to see/And be what… — Nina Simone Copy Share Image
Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink… — Alice Hoffman 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
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, /… — Walt Whitman 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
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
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends,… — Truman Capote 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
He just seems as cool as ever. I can smell him. Even on the other side, there is smell. Like, when babies… — Carlos Santana Copy Share Image
