The notes waft out of the guitar like weightless dandelion…

“Somewhere someone thinks they love someone else exactly like I love you. Somewhere someone shakes from the ripple of a thousand butterflies inside a…

— Tyler Knott Gregson

“Some nights, I wake up knowing he is anxious. He is across the world in another woman's arms and the years have spread us…

— Sarah Kay

To have an inner life, to think, to juggle and leap, to become a tightrope walker in the world of ideas. To attack, to…

— Violette Leduc

“Private Parts The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour…

— Sarah Kay

Organic as a dandelion seed, [the ship of our imagination] will carry us to worlds of dreams and worlds of facts

— Carl Sagan

“When Jim left the planet so suddenly, all of us who loved him, worked with him, were inspired by him, gathered in New York…

— Brian Jay Jones

Scandals are like dandelion seeds--they are arrow-headed, and stick where they fall, and bring forth and multiply fourfold.

— Ouida

“The summer came to life. It burst from gray to fierce blue and gold in the blink of an eye; the air pealed with…

— Tana French

Killing Jesus was like trying to destroy a dandelion seed-head by blowing on it

— Walter Wink

L I K E is like a bunch of dandelion seeds falling beautifully on the ground. It's a soft and good feeling but can…

— Seohyun

“sometimes no matter how many eyelashes or dandelion seeds you blow, no matter how much of your heart you tear out and slap on…

— Melissa Jensen

The effects of slander are always long-lived. Once lies about you have been circulated, it is extremely difficult to clear your name. It's a…

— John Macarthur

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

“As he left room 817, Nguyen turned for one final look before he allowed the soldiers to enter and remove the body. Nguyen thought…

— Steve Earle

“Dandelion seeds were scattered across the glass, and as a light breeze blew, the fluffy ends were caught in the moving air and danced…

— Mia Sheridan