Quotes Bunga Dandelion Novels & Stories

Its sweet scent fills my room, a gentle reminder of his thoughts. At the diner, it's always a delivery of another flower. Each time a single stem. I've received red carnations symbolizing 'deep admiration', white gardenias for 'you're lovely', purple irises for wisdom and compliments, yellow daffodils for new beginnings. Ellen, ever knowledgeable, shares the meanings of each flower, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

he greeted. “Good morning, Dillard. I have an order for three bouquets.” “Okay, boss. What exactly do you need?” “Get the following for me. Calendula, and rudbeckia lend pizzazz, asters, daisies, coneflowers, and cosmos.” “I got it, madam.” “It's okay. I hope you are familiar with the quantity.” “Yes, boss.” “That's good,” she said, and cut the call. She returned to her seat, and discovered that the company had not responded.

, I said and smiled as he pulled some rumpled yellow dandelions out of his pocket and gave me. “Here, to a beautiful miss. I picked them on my way to this festival and stuffed them in my pocket. They’re so beautiful, he said and giggled. “Oh honey”, I said quite moved. “This is so beautiful”, I said and opened my arms for a hug and he wrapped his little arms around me. “Do you like them ?”, he asked as I released him from my embrace. “Of course I do. I love dandelions. You’re the sweetest kid ever”, I said and pulled him in for a hug.

I turned my head to the flower whose color is dandelion for the outside and reddish color for its inside. I heard him chuckle. “I know.” He cleared his throat. “Shall we eat then before we start our work, Ms. Merrywheather?” I glanced once again to the tropical hibiscus flowers then turned at Mr. Huntington with a sweet smile on my face. “Sure, boss!”

She is still not aware of my identity if she’s asking such questions. “Date, you say? Which part?” I innocently asked, hoping she will change this topic already. “Aw,” she sadly pouted, believing the thought that none of that happened, “But Theon spent his time preparing for that. He did not choose dandelions just because it is in season. Just like what I have read in a book. That flower means healing from emotional pain and physical injury alike.” She paused while pouting at the grassy ground.

Its delicate ball of fluff hung majestically on its stem, dazzling brightly under the sun, making other flowers go jealous. A fragile plant, yet so powerful. I couldn't wait to wish upon every one of them with one puff of air. Plucking it carefully so that its pappus won't fall out, I shoved it in Jade's face with the widest grin. But I was greeted with a horrid look. "Dandelion," Jade whispered in shock, throwing me into a State of confusion. "Yes, it is a dandelion," I replied, watching colour drain from her face. It's just a flower, girl.

Lily creased her brows as she looked at Murphy, not understanding what she meant. "So tell me, does dandelion always stay the same? Does it stay young forever?" Murphy was more understanding than anyone Amelia knew. Murphy was mature and has seen the world in more depth. Lily was confused. "Dandelion looks beautiful once it blooms, but as it starts getting old, it starts shining even from afar. But everyone has to leave once it becomes old. Once the dandelion becomes mature, the breeze takes it flying to the seven ocean where it starts its new life and journey. From seed to a mature plant and then helping its children to travel. It's long and the same process everyone has to go through. You

[Gale’s POV] "Mommy, mommy!" Letting a slow smile spread across my lips, I watched as Fallon rushed towards me with dandelions clasped in her pudgy little hands. "Flowers!" "They’re beautiful." I murmur, accepting her gift. "Did you know, if you blow their seeds you can make a wish and it will come true?" "Wish?" Fallon repeats, furrowing her brows adorably. "Like a wish for my brothers to come soon?" She tried.

"Our investors always sends me a bouquet of roses whenever something went wrong in their behalf" "You're missing something," Bammie snorted as she waved her finger in disagreement. "And what is that?" Sandra tilted her head. Bammie smiled at her cheekily as her eyes sparks in mischief. She grabbed the daisy Sandra threw on the center table and waved it in front of her like a wizard waving her magic wand in a circular motion. "Guys are just simple as we count as one two three. They gave us our favorite flower as a hint to say that they like us"

There were tulips and daffodils, both yellow and white, and dogwood blooms. And yes, there were yellow jonquils. Bryony already had a purple flower in her hair, and when she turned to Eddie, her eyes were radiant. “Thank you so much! What a magnificent sight, so much life after such a terrible time with that man. The way he looked at me, it made me want . . . I never thought I . . . You’re so good to me, my darling.”