Quotes About Lilacs

#1. If heaven existed, she'd just found it. His earthy scent. His stabilizing energy. Nothing smelled better, not even fresh bread from the oven, or a puppy or lilacs in the summer. He filled every crevice in her heart, gluing the broken pieces back together, one breath at a time.

Lyz Kelley

#2. 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.

T. S. Eliot

#3. The breath of the enchanted wind mingles the fresh scent of the lilacs with the fragrance of the past.

Marcel Proust

#4. Lilacs are May in essence.

Jean Hersey

#5. There's something about these obscure vignettes of former lives that's very powerful. Our woods are full of old cellar holes, tumbled-down chimneys, ancient scraggly lilacs absurdly tall still stretching toward the light.

Leslie Land

#6. And from then on whenever he smells lilacs he'll think about this moment. How the bees were circling above him, how purple the ink on the leaflets he's been distributing suddenly seemed, how he realized, all at once, just how beautiful a woman can be.

Alice Hoffman

#7. I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs, where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburmum on his birthday,-
The tree is living yet.

Thomas Hood

#8. But when you split someone's head open it smelled like an abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wild lilacs you'd cut and brought into the house only this morning, which was already in another life.

Kate Atkinson

#9. The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.

Sara Teasdale

#10. When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd / And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, / I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Walt Whitman

#11. Mary Cassatt's Painting #11: Lilacs in a Window, 1879

Stanley Cesar

#12. Once again I felt light-headed, but this time it wasn't from the scent of lilacs; it was from the scent of my own death.

Peter David

#13. I pressed past the outer branches of the lilacs and found a small and relatively open space in the middle. Then I waited.

Jim Butcher

#14. He just seems as cool as ever. I can smell him. Even on the other side, there is smell. Like, when babies are born, there's two smells-one is chicken soup, which is the flesh, and the other is lilacs, which is coming from the spiritual garden. The spirit has a lilac smell.

Carlos Santana

#15. The smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.

Margaret Millar

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

T. S. Eliot

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

J.R. Ward

#18. April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.

T. S. Eliot

#19. 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.

Angus Wilson

#20. When you chopped logs with the ax and they split open they smelled beautiful, like Christmas. But when you split someone's head open it smelled like abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wild lilacs you'd cut and brought into the house only this morning, which was already another life.

Kate Atkinson

#21. You shine like the sun and you move like water. Your eyes are the perfect mix of gray and brown, like fog in the woods, and you smell like lilacs in the summer. I think if you laughed, it would sound like music.

M. Leighton

#22. My grandmother had a lilac bush at her home in Long Island. I always associate the scent of it with her and try to have lilacs in my home.

Aerin Lauder

#23. Life is short, and life is beautiful, and everything is lovely. Love it, embrace it, smell the lilacs, play with the dog, and love endlessly and fiercely with everything you've got. Live without regret.

Daisy Whitney

#24. Alive to the loving past She conjures her own. Nothing is wholly lost - Sun on the stone. And lilacs in their splendor Like lost friends Come back through grief to tell her Love never ends.

May Sarton

#25. 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.

Alice Hoffman

#26. I've been consumed day and night and noon, building beds in your tear ducts, planting lilacs and wars in your skull. I live in you now. This is how art erects homes in your body.

Erica Alex

#27. Sometimes I struggle. Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I live in gray. But always I remember the yarrow you've grown in the spaces of my rib cage. I now love with roses from my heart, with lilacs from my mouth.

Elijah Noble El

#28. 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.

T. S. Eliot

#29. 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.

Alice Hoffman

#30. 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.

Barbara Delinsky

#31. May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself.

Marty Rubin

#32. The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.

Margaret Millar

#33. The feminine comes to us in nature. Go outside. Look at the amazing waves of green, of lilacs, of blue mountains. We are in the presence of the manifestation right here. And she's reaching for you.

Stephen Cope

#34. Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in their perfume as if it had been wine.

Oscar Wilde