Quotes & Sayings About Dandelion Flower

By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed. — Anne Fortier

The police helicopters were rising so far away that it seemed someone had blown the gray head off a dry dandelion flower. Two dozen of them flurried, wavering, indecisive, three miles off, like butterflies puzzled by autumn, and then they were plummeting down to land, one by one, here, there, softly kneading the streets where, turned back to beetles, they shrieked along the boulevards or, leapt back to beetles, they shrieked along the boulevards or, as suddenly, leapt back into the air, continuing their search. — Ray Bradbury

Bizzy laughed at the very thought of bumblebees walking on their tiny feet from flower to flower! "We bumblebees have always been able to fly," explained Bizzy. We fly because we have a job to do. We fly because we think we can. What about you, delicate dandelion?" Bizzy asked the flower, who had up until now had not spoken a single word. "What do you do? What is your purpose? — Jill Warren

This is a dandelion, " I told him. He shrugged. "I know. Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective. — Kiera Cass

They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion. — Ray Bradbury

Whether a dandelion is a weed or a flower is entirely a matter of perspective. — Julia Tagliere

Charlie brought her dandelion to her mouth. "I've heard that, too. But this happens to be something I've done a lot and it's easy. Just take a deep breath, put your lips together, and blow." She closed her eyes and blew. When she lifted her lids, she found him watching her.
Or rather, watching her mouth. She let go of the flower stem and swallowed. "I'm thinking those lips of yours could make any man's wish come true. — Robin Bielman

And me not sleeping tonight or tomorrow night or any night for a long while, now that this has started. And he thought of her lying on the bed with the two technicians standing straight over her, not bent with concern, but only standing straight, arms folded. And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman, while the hungry snake made her still more empty.

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, the dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn't it? 'What a shame! You're not in love with anyone!' And why not? — Ray Bradbury