Crossword-Solution: LILACS
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| LILACS | anagram | SCILLA |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
TRAEE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with LILACS (5)
They went home sadly with the lilacs, back to the Rue Saint-Jacques, walking very slowly, arm in arm.
There too was the gum-cistus, whose flowers fall every night and come again the next morning, lilacs and syringas and laburnums, and many shrubs besides, of which he did not know the names; but the roses were everywhere.
The lilacs were all blooming in the yards, and the smell of them after the rain, of the new leaves and the blossoms together, blew into my face with a sort of bitter sweetness.
The hair shirt of the ascetic and the prophet’s mantle fall from his shoulders, and all the poet in him wakes when, “with a feeling akin to ecstasy,” he looks up from his smooth-running sledge at “the enchanting, starry winter sky overhead,” or in early spring feels on a ramble “intoxicated by the beauty of the morning,” while he notes that the buds are swelling on the lilacs, and “the birds no longer sing at random,” but have begun to converse.
The hot air was choked with the scent of white azaleas, white lilies, white lilacs; all the flowers were white; they were like a prolongation, a mystical efflorescence, of the long rows of marble tombstones, and their perfume seemed to cover an odor of decay.
Quotes with LILACS (3)
Shazi, I prefer the color blue to any other. The scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. I despise figs. Lastly, I will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night — For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you. Khalid.
April is the cruelest 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, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And wh…
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.
Where this answer appears
Appears in: CrosSynergy, LAT, Newsday, New Yorker, NY Sun, NYT, Onion, Universal, USA TODAY, WP, WSJ.
Used 89 times in crossword archives (1949–2025).