Quotes About Dandelions

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“I was a dandelion puff...Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots, changing me to suit them. Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.”
Nicole Bailey-Williams

Vladimir Nabokov
“Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.”
Vladimir Nabokov

Richelle E. Goodrich
“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

June Stoyer
“Dandelions, like all things in nature are beautiful when you take the time to pay attention to them.”
June Stoyer

Richelle E. Goodrich
“I realized at that moment - observing his form move further away without once turning back - that I’d already begun to rebuild the imaginary wall between us. I was shielding my heart with stone cold feelings again, the only way I knew to protect it. I still planned to try my hand at prayer. If God would grant me this one request, if I could keep my only friend, I would give anything in return, even the treasured books trapped beneath my arm. I’d tasted enough of a dismal life to know that a real, true friend was of greater worth than the collection of every imagined fairytale in the world.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Have you ever felt as if your dreams were more memorable, more alive, than what you knew to be reality? Have your dreams ever seemed so tangible as to make you question upon waking if you’d truly only dreamt them? Have they at times been addictive enough to consume your waking hours; blurring actuality and pretend together until your wishes and passions stare back at you with open eyes?

If only dreams could be reality, that beautiful garden of sweet-smelling roses we all long for. But reality for me is no such bed of roses. It is nothing but a field of unwanted dandelions."

- From the thoughts of Annabelle Fancher”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

Helen Oyeyemi
“Last summer I spent almost an hour blowing dandelions off their stems towards him, so that he had a chance to wish for everything he wanted.”
Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned my direction, his feet pivoting in the dirt. Warily, I crossed into the light for a moment.

“Do you, um…” I inhaled deeply. “Do you think you’ll still want to be my friend tomorrow?” I held my breath and waited for his answer.

Although I could feel the sunshine perceptibly tingle every inch of exposed skin, the way Gregory smiled at me produced a swell of warmth unmatchable even for the sun.

“I’ll always want to be your friend, Annabelle. Do you want to be mine?”

My head nodded like mad, ecstatic, all on its own. I disappeared among the shadows again and watched my new friend until he stepped around the Hopkins’ house. Then I waited until his car drove off -- Gregory and his mother headed for home.

I was on a high like no other, but I’d not lost my grasp on reality entirely. I knew that the real test would come Monday. It was one thing to befriend an outcast in the privacy of the woods, but quite another to risk ridicule and reputation when surrounded by peers. This was true even for those with the biggest of hearts, which I now believed Gregory Hill to have.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

Richelle E. Goodrich
“He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn’t answer. I hoped he’d tire out and end his speech and hobble back to the living room without touching me. Such hopes were unlikely, as was the case this time.

“Answer me, you good-for-nuthin’ wench!”

The pain bit instantly as his hand connected with my cheek. I shook my head in answer to his crazy questions, feeling a rise of warm tears.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

Holly Black
“... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress.”
Holly Black

Richelle E. Goodrich
“The interruption did nothing but earn her a similar slap, as I’m sure she knew it would. Sometimes I wondered if my mother spoke up at the wrong time on purpose. As often as we endured my father’s abuse, she had to be aware that it wouldn’t save me from a beating but simply earn her one as well. Or was it that sharing my fate made her feel less guilt-ridden about those things that happened to me?”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher

Richelle E. Goodrich
“My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. The color reminded me of every evil character in any fairytale. It seemed all were characteristically black; black hair, black eyes, black clothing, black demeanors, and black intent. I never thought I was truly a villainous character, not like I knew my father to be, but I was his offspring and devoid of any princess-like characteristics, so that left only the wicked side of the story to play.

In my dreams, though, I imagined myself more like Snow White―wavy, raven hair, a perfectly fair complexion, bathed in rose scents, and exhibiting a natural feminine grace that would dance musical circles around both Ginger and Elizabeth. No, I never hoped for such a thing to be real, but I dared to pretend it with perfect clarity in my dreams.”
Richelle E. Goodrich

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 displace as the breeze fluttered by. In the firelight, it was golden like the dandelions of which she’d spoken. The ones that had grown along the Franklin riverbank in late summer. The ones he had lost any faith in since he’d committed his first murder there.”
V.S. Carnes

Ellie Lieberman
“I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in the cracks of the sidewalk and we always end up killing them.”
Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings

“... ancient days of sorrow
ancient days of pain
-
heartaches of the past
slowly began to wane ...

(from gleaning granules)”
Muse, Enigmatic Evolution

Shannon Wiersbitzky
“There is nothing in the world more pathetic than a bunch of wilted dandelions.”
Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember

Ray Bradbury
“As Samuel Spaulding, Esquire, once said, 'Dig in the earth, delve in the soul.' Spin those mower blades, Bill, and walk in the spray of the Fountain of Youth. End of lecture. Besides, a mess of dandelion greens is good eating once in a while.”
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Ray Bradbury
“About this grass now. I didn't finish telling. It grows so close it's guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions-"
"Great God in heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year! That means no bees crossing our lot! You're out of your mind, son”
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Toni Morrison
“Nobody loves the head of a dandelion. Maybe because they are so many, strong, and soon.”
Toni Morrison

Dayna S. Rubin
“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; let's not jump to conclusions...yet."
"Unless...it's backward...”
Dayna S. Rubin, A Vetted Asset

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