The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew.… — Sara Teasdale 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of… — Sidonie Gabrielle Colette 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
Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs… — Amy Lowell 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
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
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
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
“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
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Bastian had climbed a dune of purplish-red sand and all around him he saw nothing but hill after hill of every imaginable… — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
He walked by instinct along one white road, on which early birds hopped and sang, and found himself outside a fenced garden.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
