Love and dandelions are similar; they're both fragile…

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with…

— Ray Bradbury

I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off…

— Lauren Oliver

“My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. The color reminded me…

— Richelle E. Goodrich

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

— John Updike

I am not a lover of lawns. Rather would I see daisies in their thousands, ground ivy, hawkweed, and even the hated plantain with…

— William Henry Hudson

“The Bond Between Cousins Cannot Be Broken!”

— Lydia Howe

“Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers.”

— Heather Babcock

And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a…

— Ray Bradbury

Just as doubt, despair, and desensitization go together, so do faith, hope, and charity. The latter, however, must be carefully and constantly nurtured, whereas…

— Neal A. Maxwell

“Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams ever…

— Richelle E. Goodrich

She spotted a lone dandelion,and it crossed her mind that a younger Luce would have pounced on it and then made a wish and…

— Lauren Kate

“The interruption did nothing but earn her a similar slap, as I’m sure she knew it would. Sometimes I wondered if my mother spoke…

— Richelle E. Goodrich

Never overlook wallflower at dance; may be dandelion in grass.

— Confucius

Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world. If dandelions were hard to grow,…

— Andrew Mason

I'm allergic to family occasions. Sometimes I think we'd do better as dandelion seeds-no family, no history, just floating off into the world, each…

— Sophie Kinsella