Quotes Dandelions Novelas e Histórias

"Chamomile is the goal, smile like a daisy. A pot of gold is waiting by, the end of the road." "This gold is priceless, its pot is timeless. Time is ticking yet, never it will be old." "However, watch out! clever hostile awaits. Whatever happens, they'll slacken."

“How did you find that garden? I’m pretty sure half of my staff don’t know that there’s something like that behind the maze.” I rolled my heavy eyes as I wiped my face. “I was just taking a stroll through the maze and found myself there. Besides, why would you even hide the best flowers in the world behind a maze?” I blurted. “So you like dandelions?” Jonathan asked and my eyes lit up. “Of course! Who wouldn’t love such a magical flower?” I said gleefully. “I’m pretty sure if I was a flower, I’d be a dandelion!” The words rolled out of my mouth with ease and then it hit me.

Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more. A dandelion, a weed you can find everywhere. Common and ugly, unremarkable because of how many of them grow, until that is, it morphs into delicate light seed heads that find the wind and fly to freedom on the breeze. Such pretty things that have so much potential to go far, and I told myself that’s what I was and what I was doing when I changed Lisa to Camilla. Stupid sentiment, stupid tattoo! I can barely look at it at all anymore.

"These are called dandelions." "They're beautiful." He murmured in appreciation, leaning forward slightly as he admired the flowers closely. "Thank you. They're actually quite common throughout Europe and America. They're very popular for weddings and for giving someone a good luck charm. My grandmother used to use them to ward off bad luck and make the marriage a happy one." I explained. "I like the symbolism." "Me too." I smiled.

6. Another week passed, and one day I smelled dandelions for the first time. I wandered closer to the fence. Beyond the slatted wood, dozens of the inviting yellow heads bobbed in the breeze over the bushy green of their savory leaves. My mouth watered as I stared at them. They were my favorite food in the whole world and this spring had been stingy with them. I stretched out, reaching for them, through the slats of the fence. This looked like one of the places where the winter had torn a few of the boards away and the Keepers had not repaired it yet. Perhaps they didn't know because this was below the hump of a hill. The mantras of my childhood fear chanted, but I ignored them.

It was a Dandelion. "This is for you," he said.

Joseph replied and started singing, "And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know? Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know that? I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you sm

"Mom." So she's Azaloeri's mom? Aeril rolled her eyes like a teenage girl who was shushed by her grandma. Everyone fell silent as Rosza stood closer to me while holding a bouquet of dandelions. She says something that I can't understand, it's like a chant or what. And after that, she smiled at me and gave me the dandelions. "Hail to the legendary one!"

I had been so sure I would never forgive either if them for what they did to me, but only a wave of butterflies collided in my belly when I looked at the row of dandelions and purple lilies lined against the wall. How did they know I liked dandelions? I could tell the sunflowers were from Laziel. Something about its slow lazy beauty reminded me of the elite shifter. Ronan must have gotten the pristine white spider lilies. Of all the four, he was the perfectionist. The most mysterious. “That has to be from the Alpha. Red bougainvillea. Outlandish, and yet, reserved, just like him,” I chuckled, pointing out the wooden pot on the side of the big window that was overflowing with bougainvillea.

He says softly and shrugs. “But that doesn’t mean you aren’t.” Before I can reply, Aiden comes running back to us holding a handful of dandelions. “Look, Mommy! For you!” I take them with a smile, my heart softening instantly. “Thank you, baby! They are beautiful!” I say and he grins proudly, before he turns to Scott. “And here is one for you too, Uncle Scott.!” Scott chuckles and accepts the slightly bent flower. “Wow, thanks, buddy. This is perfect.”