Quotes About Lilacs

Purple is my favorite color. It makes me think of spring and summer. A purple dress, eating grapes, lilacs - I love purple.

Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered. If I bowled it down the street

The river this morning was brown and sluggish with a never-ending flotilla of barges and boats, the commerce of the city. No lilacs here. No scent of a hay meadow or of a stand of lime trees, only the stink of a noxious city. Frobisher felt his soul shrivel.

What embraces, in which the lilacs were crushed between them! What ardent kisses! What pink flushes of happiness mounting the cheeks of the two women!

I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.

Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.

Where there were lilacs there would be luck.

in the garden where the lilacs were so tall it was impossible to see the road. The leaves were dusty, the way they always were in August when the weather turned hot.

I opened the large central window of my office room to its full on the fine early May morning. Then I stood for a few moments, breathing in the soft, warm air that was charged with the scent of white lilacs below.

Letting go of the pipe in the laundry room, he could feel in his throat so many sentences from the night's reading of emails, and he needed to shout them at her now as she poured her coffee in the kitchen, its smell always such a comfort to him, but not then; that morning it was like the sweet fragrance of lilacs just before you see the corpse upon which they lie.

Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.

On that bright May morning, with the lilacs budding and the kids off to school, Tom Markham approached his wife with the best of intentions.

When you were a child planting lilacs here with your mother, did you imagine the same honeyed scent, eight years later, waking someone like me in this house... or that you would finally show me hot to fall in love with the time on my hands, to plant flowers to outlive me?

Once upon a time .... I want to have a little house with sunlight on the floor, A chimney with a rosy hearth and lilacs by the door. (Nancy Bird Turner)

Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind.

Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands; (slowly twisting the lilac stalks) You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see. I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea.

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

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us.

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with Spring rain.

April is the crudest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.

Fucking lilacs. I'm the only immortal with allergies. I swear.' - Eddie, Crave

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.

April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory out of desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in a forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd":