Quotes about Dandelions

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The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displ — V.S. Carnes
The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displ — V.S. Carnes
Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions? — Ymatruz
Does poem also walk through the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions? — Ymatruz
Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers. — Heather Babcock
Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers. — Heather Babcock
... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules) — Muse, Enigmatic Evolution
... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules) — Muse, Enigmatic Evolution
I realized at that moment - observing his form move further away without once turning back - that I’d already begun to r — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
I realized at that moment - observing his form move further away without once turning back - that I’d already begun to r — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned my dir — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned my dir — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
Dare to imagine. Dare to be. Books are the seeds. Dreams are the soil. The fruit of the harvest, a world reborn. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Dare to imagine. Dare to be. Books are the seeds. Dreams are the soil. The fruit of the harvest, a world reborn. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
The interruption did nothing but earn her a similar slap, as I’m sure she knew it would. Sometimes I wondered if my moth — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
The interruption did nothing but earn her a similar slap, as I’m sure she knew it would. Sometimes I wondered if my moth — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn’t an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn’t an — Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. Th — Richelle E. Goodrich
My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. Th — Richelle E. Goodrich
Nobody loves the head of a dandelion. Maybe because they are so many, strong, and soon. — Toni Morrison
Nobody loves the head of a dandelion. Maybe because they are so many, strong, and soon. — Toni Morrison
... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning aroun — Holly Black
... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning aroun — Holly Black
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions. — Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
Knowing even as I craved permanence in New York City, that would never come to pass. The pair of us would live for as lo — Lyndsay Faye, The Fatal Flame
Knowing even as I craved permanence in New York City, that would never come to pass. The pair of us would live for as lo — Lyndsay Faye, The Fatal Flame
Okay, so we know that someone at your place of work hacked into this laptop. That's what we know, that's all we know; le — Dayna S. Rubin, A Vetted Asset
Okay, so we know that someone at your place of work hacked into this laptop. That's what we know, that's all we know; le — Dayna S. Rubin, A Vetted Asset