“I realized at that moment - observing his form move further away without once turning back - that I’d already begun to… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God so wills it; No matter… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
“Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Suddenly I realized that I wanted everything to be as it was when I was younger. When you're young enough, you don't… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
The practice of kindness is the daily, friendly, homely caring form of love. It is both humble-a schoolboy bringing his teacher a… — Dawna Markova Copy Share Image
“Fireworks are SkyFlowers—dandelions of light. They are a visual display of the celebration of life.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
Organic as a dandelion seed, [the ship of our imagination] will carry us to worlds of dreams and worlds of facts — Carl Sagan Copy Share Image
Love and dandelions are similar; they're both fragile, easily blown away and forgotten. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood. — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
She wrote, 'Dandelion, I love you.' And I thought that was magic. It's not in you, it's between you. It's bigger and… — Melvin Burgess Copy Share Image
I'm really into rooibos tea with goat's milk and a little bit of honey. I also drink dandelion tea, Earl Grey, and… — Miranda Kerr Copy Share Image
As for family values, they are whatever they are - some families are tight, others are blown away like dandelion puffs. A… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was… — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I am born as the sun, But then turn into the moon, As my blonde hairs turn Grayish-white and fall to The… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
But afterall it's not the winning that matters, is it? Or is it? It'sto coinawordtheamenitiesthatcount: thesmell of the dandelions, the puff of… — Alistair Cooke Copy Share Image
If dandelions were rare and fragile, people would knock themselves out to pay $14.95 a plant, raise them by hand in greenhouses,… — Robert Fulghum Copy Share Image