Quotes About May

Je voyais, de plus, que mon intuition avait dû être juste : c'est à la mi-mai que « quelque chose » s'est passé (de même que quelque chose a eu lieu vers la fin novembre), le détachant définitivement de moi.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

in silence learned the sweet solace which affection administers to sorrow.

I've had a lot of troubles, so I write jolly tales.

Genius. Don't you wish you could give it to me, Laurie? And she slyly smiled in his disappointed face.

capricious impulse, and, withdrawing

That's the interferingest chap I ever see

Dirty old hole, isn't it? The dirt is picturesque so I don't mind.

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.

What was a dream but a way of knowing what was inside you? After all this time, they forgave each other on this morning in May when the world was green, when bees circled the laurel, when words didn't need to be spoken, when anything that had been lost could still be found.

The last days of May are among the longest of the year, and in spite of the ferry-dock lights and the lights of the cars streaming into the belly of the boat, she could see some glow in the western sky and against it the black mound of an island.

O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!

I may without fail Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

Science may never come up with a better office communication system than the coffee break.

had taken her for his bride. She had good legs, very white, and a good body, and her name was May.

A swarm of bees in MayIs worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in JuneIs worth a silver spoon;A swarm of bees in JulyIs not worth a fly.

In Scarlet town, where I was born,There was a fair maid dwellin',Made every youth cry Well-a-day!Her name was Barbara Allen.All in the merry month of May,When green buds they were swellin',Young Jemmy Grove on his deathbed lay,For love of Barbara Allen.

Absit omen [May it not be an omen].

The most important thing is guaranteed livable income, which will take a while to bring in because it means all the provinces have to participate.

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.

My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

Science, Nietzsche had warned, is becoming a factory, and the result will be ethical nihilism.