Quotes Dandelions Novelas e Histórias

“Remembers, my lady?” Audrey said, her voice distant with memory, “I told him dandelions were my favorite because they grow wherever the wind takes them — never too proud for any soil.” Greer sighed dreamily. “If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.” Astrid groaned. “If this is love, it’s exhausting.” Their laughter followed her quip, light and melodic. But when Elijah drew a folded parchment from within his coat and held it out to Audrey, the laughter faded to hush.

3 golden daffodils that shone like the sun of my dream and there, next to it, was a piece of parchment. "I’m sorry, Lucifer hates daffodils because of a silly joke, so you would never find them there, but... let’s say I’m a very good uncle and have a garden with many, many daffodils. So I thought I’d give you some, if you plant the dots inside them in a jar and sing to him every day, it’ll bloom in 3 days, you can give her a narcissus that you grew yourself. From: the most handsome prince and the coolest uncle in the whole underworld"

She was lost in her thoughts, as if she were there again. "Which ones were your favorites?" I ask gently. "Dandelions," she answered immediately. "Why?" I was curious. "Because I loved the way the seed pods rose to the sky when you blew on them. Mom never called them weeds. She would sit with me in the grass and encourage me to make wishes. When I blew on the dandelion seeds, she'd say our prayers would go up high to the clouds, and the Moon Goddess could hear them. " The longing was evident in her voice when she spoke.

“Well, it’s legal here now, so for all you know, I have a huge greenhouse overflowing with pot, with all kinds of species and strains.” He smiled, shaking his head. “You never answered my question.” Leave it to Jacob to pull me back to what he really wanted to know. Why had I ripped up dandelions? Probably because we shared a name, and for whatever reason, I had wanted to claim them. As I’d gotten older, I’d grudgingly begun to respect dandelions’ hardiness. When you ripped them out of the ground, their root systems were so complex that they would grow back, like they hadn’t even noticed that you’d tried to kill them.

With those words, I shoved the thought about finding my mate aside and buried myself with work, even if there wasn't much work to do. "Take it," She brought it closer to me, a few inches to my face. Grabbing the fragile dandelion in my large hand, I stared at it in confusion, "What am I supposed to do with it and how is it supposed to make my wishes come true?" I asked, twirling the stem around. "Don't do that," She cautioned, "You will make the seeds fall," "Yes ma'am," I giggled, admiring her bossy attitude. "Legend has it that when you wish on a dandelion by blowing one puff of air, your wishes will come true," She explained, smiling proudly.

She asked, thinking that he probably walked down all those stairs. “No. Thank you.” He put the cup down. “I see you got a tattoo.” “Ah… yes.” “It must be Marcus. He is known for his art.” He was indeed talented. “A dandelion. Interesting.” “Does it mean something?” She asked. “A dandelion represents hope and healing. One blowing in the wind means a wish for a good fate.” She frowned. “Do you think Marcus knows that?” He smiled. “I am not sure, but sometimes we do things by instinct without truly knowing.”

Since even Nero doesn't know the answer, Audrey doesn't know anyone who could answer the riddle. Thus for the second time around, they gave up. "Ohhh... such a pity. You don't know him???? His name was Dan de LION!!!!! Its Dandelion!!! wahahahahah!!!!" The baby faced flower makes another series of guffaws. It looks like she was really having fun on what she was doing. "Don't worry lads, I still have a lot of riddles in mind... We can do this all day. HIHIHIH. This is sooooo fun!!!!"

Everyone seemed to disagree. "Are you planning on divorcing him?" One of the women in the restaurant asked. "No." I quickly replied. We weren't even together. "I have a song that will remind you both of your love." Jenna volunteered. "Do you know how to play this song?" She paused to recall the lyrics. "Dandelions, dandelions were all around us. Oh, they shone, oh, they bloomed, bright just like us. Now, I see their petals drying, spring is here. I can see them withering..."

as if I understood it. I looked at one of the dandelions and plucked it. Downheartedly, I blew on it after I wished to "Please be alive, Dandeline." I watched the flying and glowing petals of a dandelion going away with the wind. "No, that was not enough." I plucked another two dandelions and blew the petals. "For the kids, give her back to me." I always feel inadequate as I watch the flying petals. I plucked five more dandelions. "Help her find her way back to me."

She paused for a moment, glancing round to make sure everyone was listening to her. "You guys say we're like dandelions, barely surviving. But ladies, in case you forgot, dandelions are such tough plants. They can survive in the harshest of environments, even growing out of cracks in the rocks. Moreover, their seeds can float with the wind and spread to faraway places." Alicia gave a meaningful smile, "So, if we really are like dandelions, then I think that's the greatest compliment we can get. We will survive and thrive in any environment."