Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.” — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“When he speaks into my hair, it is barely a whisper. 'Willow, it's never too late. And there's always a way to… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
What a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree... — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“If you feel like you don't fit into the world you inherited it is because you were born to help create a… — Ross Caligiuri Copy Share Image
“It's hard to keep something a secret when it's written all over you body.” — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs. — Alice Dunbar Nelson Copy Share Image
“The oak tree is firm and elegant and upright. The weeping willow has allowed the burdens of life to bend it.” — Panache Desai Copy Share Image
Everyone has a family tree; the Dawsons have one, it's a weeping willow. — Les Dawson Copy Share Image
It were a blessed sight to see That child become a willow tree, His brother trees among. He'd be four times as… — Catherine Maria Fanshawe Copy Share Image
“The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when… — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“The willow is green; flowers are read. The flower is not red; nor is the willow green. Same went for Charlie. Charlie… — A.S. King Copy Share Image
“I reach up and pat them both on the head. "Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd… — C.J. Redwine Copy Share Image
“My dream is to create something so beautiful that it encourages people to present the best version of themselves to me everywhere… — Ross Caligiuri Copy Share Image
“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.… — David Grann Copy Share Image
Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It's the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break… — Pink Copy Share Image
“As her feet beat the concrete ground beneath them, her chest began to ache. It had been a long time since she… — Ross Caligiuri Copy Share Image
The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It's the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break… — Pink Copy Share Image
“As the leaves randomly fell, she contemplated how they sacrificially gave up their essence to sustain new life. Or was it the… — Jesikah Sundin Copy Share Image
“Willow sees her before any of the others. A walking skeleton, the victim of some terrible wasting disease, like something out of… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“And I was right to be...to become a cutter, because maybe you think this doesn't look so bad, that girls cry, that… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“...her hand closes on smooth metal. Her fingers test the sharpness of the edge. Perfect. It's a fresh blade. The girls' voices… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I’m just scared, Willow. He was my best friend. He was my everything.” Saying the words out loud made my chest sting.… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
A framed photo on a dusty bookshelf caught his attention; he moved closer and picked it up silently. A small girl with… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Eleanor had heard talk of the rebellion that existed inside the city of Constance before. Most of the information she gathered was… — Ross Caligiuri Copy Share Image
“They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing—oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
“Rider scooped Willow into his arms and carried her outside to the nearest tree, Miriam right behind him. Awkwardly shifting his burden,… — Charlotte McPherren Copy Share Image
“The willow is full plumage and is no help, with its insinuating whispers. Rendevous, it says. Terraces; the sibilants run up my… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“This time she is the one who leans forward. She is on her knees in front of him, grasping his shirt collar,… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in… — R. Murray Gilchrist Copy Share Image
“In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace- weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it… — Clark Ashton Smith Copy Share Image
“Rachel's voice is fierce. The Commander will send out scouts. We should-" "Oh, he sent out scouts," Willow says. "Five of them.… — C.J. Redwine Copy Share Image
