Quote by Faubion Bowers

“When he speaks into my hair, it is barely a whisper. 'Willow, it's never too late. And there's always a way to begin again.”

— Autumn Doughton

“Weeping willows always remind me of summer. And sadness. Please stop crying sweet tree.”

— Jarod Kintz

“Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.”

— Jarod Kintz

“what the willows don't know won't make them weep”

— Lori Aurelia Williams

“She was willow-branch thin, had a cap of yellow hair, and a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell…

— Sarah Addison Allen

“The willow is green; flowers are red. The flower is not red; nor is the willow green.”

— A.S. King

“It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a presence as…

— Hazel Butler

“But the willows were willows and the goldenrod goldenrod and the dancers dead and lost.”

— Truman Capote

“Weeping willows trailed their branches in the water like playful fingers.”

— Nina George

“The Weeping Willows stood bleeding around the bed.”

— Hala Alzaghal

“Interspersed within the blonde hairs were traitorous slivers of gray.”

— Weston Ochse

“Willow...she...hurts herself. Well sure, Jagger, why don't you just tell everyone?”

— Bec Botefuhr