Here's Why I Don't Get Rid Of Dandelions

“She thought of the recurrent waves of pain that for some reason or other she and her husband had had to endure; 

of the invisible giants hurting her boy in some unimaginable fashion; 

of the incalculable amount of tenderness contained in the world; of the fate of this tenderness, which is either crushed or wasted, or transformed into madness; 

of neglected children humming to themselves in unswept corners; 

of beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer.”

 -- Vladimir Nabokov, Symbols & Signs