the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
“But it’s fitting in a way—Father loved the fact that a lilac only blossoms after a harsh winter.” — Martha Hall Kelly Copy Share Image
“Father loved the fact that a lilac only blossoms after a harsh winter.” — Martha Hall Kelly Copy Share Image
“And stay, my dear stay... forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street — John McCrae 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
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
“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
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
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 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
“Lilac won’t talk to me again. There’s a tremor. Lilac won’t kiss me again. I won’t hear her laugh. My lungs constrict.… — Amie Kaufman 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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 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
“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
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
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
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
A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is… — Amy Lowell 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
