Willow Quotes

If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a new one.

~ Ross Caligiuri

To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.

~ Ross Caligiuri

My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere I go.

~ Ross Caligiuri

Eternity will not cause our memories to fade, it will force our hearts to accept the past.

~ Ross Caligiuri

To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.

~ Ross Caligiuri

Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.

~ Ross Caligiuri

Try to think of it as though we are rewriting history––the first time this experience occurred you and I never kissed in this Dream Machine room. But now when we leave here, and open our eyes again near the wall around the center of Constance, that kiss will be included in our memories of the day we first met. We could spend a lifetime recreating this moment here, meanwhile, not a single second of our lives would slip by back in our reality. Time seems to move differently inside of our memories.

~ Ross Caligiuri

As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she had run at a full sprint. She was, quite literally, running for her life, and leaving everything she had known before behind. Regardless of her past experiences, here she was, blindly following a girl, who was virtually a stranger, because she had promised to lead Eleanor to safety.

~ Ross Caligiuri

Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was considered an old fairy tale by the general public. There were a few stories here and there about people angered by their present living conditions, who had demanded that the center of Constance be held responsible for it. However, information was never passed between the five different sectors. Over the years the tales of the rebellion had become children’s bedtime stories, and people did not take them seriously.

~ Ross Caligiuri

Here we go,” Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. “Try not to let this room scare you.

~ Ross Caligiuri

Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.

~ Ross Caligiuri

I reach up and pat them both on the head. Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

~ C.j. Redwine

Love, the exotic bird, came and went.Heart forgot love.Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died.Mind forgot joy.Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke.Soul forgot hope.Self, the anxious caterpillar, took flight and dropped.Self forgot self.You, my all, became all my reasons.Reasons left.You left.I never forgot.

~ Kamand Kojouri

This is why the deepest form of pain comes out as silence.

~ Holly Goldberg Sloan

She surveyed the undergrowth and focused on a cluster of fern fronds curled tightly against the new life they had been given. She often wondered why the fern’s new existence was so firmly wound up. But she questioned their response no longer. Oaklee felt every muscle in her body want to curl up in self-protection, to comfort the pain, anger, and fear.

~ Jesikah Sundin

What I always say is that Japanese are like willow. We can be bent easily, but once you try to break us, it would not be so easy.

~ Hiroko Sakai

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

~ Jessica-Lynn Barbour

My heart is broken and I grieve, for I have known love. Your heart is broken and you grieve, for you have not.

~ Jesikah Sundin

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

~ Munia Khan

If I could understand everything the way I do now, I could make it all--and then it just stopped. Leaving me with that feeling like when you figure out something brilliant and profound in a dream, but you wake up, and all you remember is that you knew this amazing thing, and now it's just out of reach.

~ Jeff Parker

During Xtha-cka Zhi-ga The-the, the Killer of Flowers Moon. I will wade across the river of the blackfish, the otter, the beaver. I will climb the bank where the willow never dies.

~ David Grann

I try to ignore the fact that I can feel Kieren's hard-on against my ass and that it's perfectly pressing into me. I tell my suddenly happy cunny to stop quivering with excitement. Naughty, puss, that's creepy Kieren rubbing on you. Stop purring, dammit!

~ Erica Chilson

Alex resisted the urge to throw Seb off the balcony and see if he could fly.

~ L.a Weatherly

They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze, and there were tiny black flies stuck to one another crowded by the creek and a creek stink rising from the deep pool under the willow tree where a wheat sack of new kittens had been drowned, and their tiny terrible struggling had shot like an electric current through the confusion of muddy water and up the arm of the person who had tied the stone around the mouth of the sack and thrust it into the water; and the culprit had not been able to brush away the current; it penetrated her body and made her heart beat with fear and pity. I was the culprit.

~ Janet Frame

willow trees, willow trees they remind me of DesdemonaI'm so damned literaryand at the same time the waters rushing past remindme of nothing

~ Frank O'hara

I'm honor-bound not to struggle with this since you just retrieved it all by yourself. Please do me the courtesy of pretending this is hard for you as well.

~ C.j. Redwine

By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in the sparkling water had stained its whole bed a bright yellow. Green leaves, of such a sour brightness as almost poisoned to behold, floated on the surface of the rush-girdled pools. Weeds like tempting veils of mossy velvet grew beneath in vivid contrast with the soil. Alders and willows hung over the margin. From where we stood a half-submerged path of rough stones, threaded by deep swift channels, crossed to the very centre.(The Basilisk)

~ R. Murray Gilchrist

After a long time, I cleared my throat. “So anyway, when we get to Nevada...I think we should rethink yourdad’s rule.”Alex glanced down at me and smiled – the first real smile I’d seen on his face in a long time. “You knowwhat? It’s already been rethought and completely ditched,” he said. And he wrapped his arms around meand we stood looking up at the mountains, with the rising rays of the sun lighting them from the east.

~ L.a. Weatherly

Alex grabbed our things from the bike and bought them inside; then he fastened the tent closed, securing us in.Come here, babe, I'll keep you warm.

~ L.a. Weatherly

As the leaves randomly fell, she contemplated how they sacrificially gave up their essence to sustain new life. Or was it the tree’s sacrifice? Each leaf was a part of Gaia’s play. Their final act: to decompose so a new level of soil could be made, an earthen writing tablet for the next layer of history to be recorded. One generation became the groundwork for the next. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Nothing was exempt, not even the leaves.

~ Jesikah Sundin

Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.

~ Jesikah Sundin

Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.

~ Jesikah Sundin

Multi-colored lights flashed and glared on the wet road and cast eerie reflections, reminiscent of artistic surrealism. Fillion imagined that his distress and anger swirled and moved with the refracted lights, creating an urban masterpiece of demented fury.

~ Jesikah Sundin

The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would finally own his life.

~ Jesikah Sundin

Leaf felt buried beneath the remains of their prior life, the ashes coating every part of who he thought he was in this community.

~ Jesikah Sundin