Willows Quotes

“When you paint Spring, do not paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots, but just paint Spring. To paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots is to paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots - it is not yet painting Spring.”
― Eihei Dogen

“I rose from marsh mud
algae, equisetum, willows,
sweet green, noisy
birds and frogs.”
― Lorine Niedecker

“The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.”
― Enid Blyton, The Secret Island

“I would come for you," he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. "I would come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Here grew willows and alders, their trunks twisted like giants’ sinews. Around them bark lichen bloomed blue-white in the darkness. It felt like a good place, where there was old magic.”
― Duncan Harper, Witch of the Fall

“Saule pleureur ! Saule éploré ! Saule, corps et âme des femmes ! Nuque éplorée du saule. Chevelure grise ramenée sur la face, pour ne plus rien voir. Chevelure grise balayant la face de la terre.
Les eaux, les airs, les montagnes, les arbres nous sont donnés pour comprendre l'âme des humains, si profondément cachée. Quand je vois se désespérer un saule je comprends Sapho.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva, Mon frère féminin

“As the willow bends
with the stream's embrace,
find solace, dear heart,
in letting go.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“At the Reuris of Babilone,
Quhair we dwelt in Captiuitie,
Quhen we rememberit Syone,
We weipit all full sorrowfullie,
On the sauch tries our harpis we hang,
Quhen thay requiyrit us ane sang,
That held us in sic thirldome.
Thay bad us sing sum Psalme or hymne,
That we sumtyme sang Syone in;
To quholme we answerit full sune.”
― James Wedderburn, A Compendious Book of Psalms and Spiritual Songs, commonly known as The Gude and Godlie Ballates