Willow Quotes

“...her hand closes on smooth metal. Her fingers test the sharpness of the edge. Perfect. It's a fresh blade.
The girls' voices rustle in her head. Their clamoring pushes out all rational thought. She rolls up her sleeve.
The bite of the blade kills the noise. It wipes out the memory of those staring faces. Willow looks at her arm, at the life springing from her. Tiny pinpricks of red that blossom into giant peonies.”
― Julia Hoban, Willow

“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, Dreaming in the Shadows

“I need a Kleenex.” She sniffs.
Guy disengages his hands from hers, takes the hem of his
sweatshirt, and wipes her nose with it.
“That’s romantic,” she says, embarrassed.
“Well, it is sort of, because I wouldn’t do it for anybody else
in the world.”
― Julia Hoban, Willow

“This is the ultimate bad-boy date, isn't it? Breaking into a different country."

"Hey, it makes a change from hot-wiring cars together."

"Been there, done that....Alex seriously, are you sure no one's going to shoot us?”
― L.A. Weatherly, Angel Fire

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

“Querida, it's alright," he said. "No one has hurt me in years."
"Hey, you're supposed to be my brother," I said, trying to joke. "Brother's don't hold their sisters' hands or call them querida."

Seb smiled, his hazel eyes starting to dance. "Yes, they do," he said. "This happens all the time."
"Well I guess things are different in Mexico then," I said. "Because in America, no way. And I'm an American."

"But you're in Mexico now," he pointed out.
"Right. And you're saying here, boys holds hands with their sisters and call them sweetheart."

"Oh yes. We're very friendly, we Mexicans.”
― L.A. Weatherly, Angel Fire

“To completely understand me you must first accept that I am not you.”
― Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows

“Hey, you've got the girl, I've got the picture. That's fair, right?”
― L.A. Weatherly, Angel Fire

“It's hard to keep something a secret when it's written all over you body.”
― Julia Hoban, Willow

“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

“Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.”
― Ross Caligiuri

“Eternity will not cause our memories to fade, it will force our hearts to accept the past.”
― Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows

“To struggle against the weight of sleep as reality eclipses the moon of your dreams is the purest sign of true love.”
― Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows

“Life teaches us to
Bend like the willow during a storm
Glide like an eagle
Under the sun mighty and warm
But to stand together
No matter the weather
Unity is all for the better”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“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, Elements

“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, Deception

“Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.”
― Ross Caligiuri

“Words are power. Do not speak these words again. Not in front of me.”
― Ronie Kendig, Willow

“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, Dreaming in the Shadows

“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, Dreaming in the Shadows

“Here we go,” Phoenix said, turning back to Nora. “Try not to let this room scare you.”
― Ross Caligiuri, Dreaming in the Shadows

“The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind. This is the willow's purpose.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“Whatever, it’s, like, so rude that he said all that stuff about us,” Willow says, pouting, though she doesn’t actually look upset. More like she’s posing for a selfie. Do any of them have real human emotions? Why do I suddenly feel like I’m surrounded by actors cast as teenagers? Like I’m the only one with a real and messy life.”
― Julie Buxbaum

“My boyfriends multiplied by twos and threes, a response to forthcoming pain, perhaps, a bracing for an injury. We went in dates to our favorite bar, and I was happy. I could be happy and sad. It’s the way I can multitask, it’s the way two feelings can be the same feeling. It’s the way a rash and a willow can both weep.”
― Hilary Leichter, Temporary

“I needed the puppy. More to the point, I needed that puppy. Willow kept me connected to the world when I was tempted to give up on it. She seemed to know what I was thinking or was about to think. She followed me everywhere, her tail eager to wag, her pink tongue quick to loll with doggy laughter. If I went out without her, she knew the moment I turned for home, and waited by the door for me to appear. She filled the empty spaces of my life with her bright spirit and lively presence. I came to feel that she reflected me, in an uncanny way, as if she were the canine version of myself.”
― Louisa Morgan, The Witch's Kind

“Living alone had made me sensitive. When Will was still at the farm, I didn't differentiate the scent of wild fennel from that of slowly ripening blackberries or notice how cloud patterns changed from season to season. I didn't scan the sky to anticipate the weather or feel the air with my fingertips to decide whether to hang washing on the line. Sometimes I thought I might be acquiring some of Willow's talents. When she put up her muzzle into the breeze, her nostrils fluttered as if she were riffling the pages of a book, learning secrets carried on the wind. It seemed to me I sensed almost as much as she did.”
― Louisa Morgan, The Witch's Kind

“His eyes narrowed, and I thought this was the moment he would lose his control, begin to shout at me. Maybe even attack me, as he had done before. He stiffened and took a step forward.
Willow growled louder, a wonderfully terrifying sound. She, too, took a step forward, and that stopped Will where he was, as surely as if he had run into a wall.
I said with satisfaction, "You're afraid of her."
"When did you get a dog? She looks mean."
My anger had cooled enough for me to think clear, hard thoughts. To be as cagey as Will himself. I felt as if I had lived multiple lifetimes since I had last seen Will, and I was stronger, tougher, wiser for my experiences. I said in as chilly a tone as I could produce, "This is Willow. She is mean. You want to be careful around her. She'll bite you if you do something she doesn't like, and she never likes anything I don't like."
Willow had never bitten a person in her life, but I had told the truth. She wouldn't let Will or anyone else hurt me if she could possibly help it.”
― Louisa Morgan, The Witch's Kind

“Willow!" I shouted, as I thrust my bare feet into my gardening boots. "Find Emma!"
It wasn't a command the dog had ever heard, but Willow was no ordinary dog. Willow was a gift dog, a dog perfectly designed for the Blythe talent. She knew what I needed, and she knew how to follow her instincts. She had brought the baby home in the first place, and she would do all she could to bring her back.”
― Louisa Morgan, The Witch's Kind

“I moaned, "No!"
That seemed to be the signal Willow was waiting for. She broke, bounding away from me, racing down the dock. As she lunged forward, she emitted a sound I had never heard from her, that I had never heard from any dog. It wasn't a bark, or a snarl, or a growl. It was more like the roar of a lion than any sound a dog should make, and it cut through Emma's cries, the gulls' shrieks, the rush of the waves.”
― Louisa Morgan, The Witch's Kind

“Around him he noted that the woods were flaming. A fine flame was playing over the leafless branches, not gaudy like the fires of autumn, but strong and pure. The trees,not now by accident of life but in themselves, were again etherialised. For a brief space, in spring, before the leaf comes, the life in trees is like a pure and subtle fire, in buds and boughs. Willows are like yellow rods of fire, blood-red burns in sycamore and scales off in floating flakes as the bud unfolds and the sheath is loosened. Beeches and elms, all dull beneath, have webs of golden and purple brown upon their spreading tops. Purple blazes in the birch twigs and smoulders darkly in the blossom of the ash. At no other season are the trees so liitle earthly. Mere vegetable matter they are not. One understands the dryad myth, both the emergence of the vivid delicate creature and her melting again in her tree; for in a week, a day, the foliage thickens, she is a tree again.”
― Nan Shepherd, The Weatherhouse