A Quote by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

A storm breaks trees. It only bends grass. — © Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
A storm breaks trees. It only bends grass.
The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.
The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.
When a storm comes, it is the trees that get uprooted. Be as humble as the grass and nothing can touch you.
Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna.
When you become defensive, blame others, and do not accept and surrender to the moment, your life meets resistance. Any time you encounter resistance, recognize that if you force the situation, the resistance will only increase. You don't want to stand rigid like a tall oak that cracks and collapses in the storm. Instead, you want to be flexible, like a reed that bends with the storm and survives.
When the wind blows,the grass bends.
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers.
Woman is like the reed which bends to every breeze, but breaks not in the tempest.
When a politician bends the truth or a CEO breaks a promise, trust takes a beating.
Software breaks before it bends, so it demands perfection in a universe that prefers statistics.
So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.
God Bless the grass That grows through the crack They roll the concrete over it To try and keep it back The concrete gets tired Of what it has to do It breaks and it buckles And the grass grows through. God bless the grass
The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass; the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.
We all travel the milky way together, trees and men; but it never occurred to me until this storm-day, while swinging in the wind, that trees are travelers in the ordinary sense. They make many journeys, not extensive ones, it is true; but our own little journeys, away and back again, are only little more than tree-wavings - many of them not so much.
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