“ ... 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 dandelio… Holly Black
“ Nobody loves the head of a dandelion. Maybe because they are so many, strong, and soon. Toni Morrison
“ 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 cross… Ray Bradbury
“ 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
“ Knowing even as I craved permanence in New York City, that would never come to pass. The pair of us would live for as long as we could. As well as well could. That was all. Then we'd blow away like wi… Lyndsay Faye
“ 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… 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 roo… 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… 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 abu… 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
“ 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
“ 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 mo… 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 f… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ ... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules) Muse
“ 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 dandeli… V.S. Carnes
