In a world full of roses, stand out like a dandelion in…

“But, Dandelion, I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn’t exist.”

— Andrzej Sapkowski

It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the…

— Henry Ward Beecher

“Christopher throws dandelion head after dandelion head into his bag. It's getting heavy now and his fingers are stained from the work but there…

— Brian Martinez

“When love, that dandelion fluff, that always comes and goes with the first wind thread, will pass on to your door, then you will…

— Octavian Paler

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas.

— Emily Dickinson

No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living…

— D. H. Lawrence

“Whether a dandelion is a weed or a flower is entirely a matter of perspective.”

— Julia Tagliere

“The temperament of a dandelion or cosmic preservation. Where does wonder begin?”

— Elizabeth Smart

I have a cat named Dandelion.

— Sam Hunt

“A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride— and spaces—the groom, she knows…

— Kamand Kojouri

“Di sebalik tubuhnya yang rapuh, ia tetap mampu bertahan dengan setiap luka yang diterima. Dandelion tetap tegar. Dandelion itu awak. Awak yang tegar meninggalkan…

— Aidah Bakri Dandelion Ditiup Angin

“That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need…

— Suzanne Collins

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go…

— Suzanne Collins

“She woke to the sound of the sea, the sound of home. A cool breeze floated through the open window, carrying a dandelion seed…

— Hazel Gaynor