“In a world full of roses, stand out like a dandelion in the middle of a green, plush lawn!” — June Stoyer Copy Share Image
The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers.” — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world. — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“There was nothing worse than feeling out of place, and that was a feeling I got to experience quite often.” — Lydia Howe Copy Share Image
Scandals are like dandelion seeds--they are arrow-headed, and stick where they fall, and bring forth and multiply fourfold. — Ouida Copy Share Image
So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls. — John Updike Copy Share Image
The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stoney street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“Last summer I spent almost an hour blowing dandelions off their stems towards him, so that he had a chance to wish… — Helen Oyeyemi Copy Share Image
She spotted a lone dandelion,and it crossed her mind that a younger Luce would have pounced on it and then made a… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
Take your materials from what is around you - if you see a dandelion, write about that; if it's misty, write about… — Masaoka Shiki Copy Share Image
Young Dandelion On a hedge-side Said young Dandelion Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
The ability of dandelions to tell the time is somewhat exaggerated, owing to the fact that there is always one seed that… — Miles Kington Copy Share Image
To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You fight dandelions all weekend, and late Monday afternoon there they are, pert as all get out, in full and gorgeous bloom,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it… — Louise Erdrich Copy Share Image
Next time you see a yardful of sprouting dandelions, note that they look remarkably like things we call "flowers." And later, when… — Robert Wright Copy Share Image
To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy… — Kobayashi Issa Copy Share Image
Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
“The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back… — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
A man who took great pride in his lawn found himself with a large crop of dandelions. He tried every method he… — Anthony de Mello 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
“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
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing… — Ray Bradbury 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
“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
“Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your… — Richelle E. Goodrich 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
What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. The color… — Richelle E. Goodrich 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
