A Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I am a willow of the wilderness, 
 Loving the wind that bent me. — © Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am a willow of the wilderness, Loving the wind that bent me.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.
The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind.
What I always say is that Japanese are like willow. We can be bent easily, but once you try to break us, it would not be so easy.
Sweet to me was not the voice of man, But the wind's voice was understood by me. The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, But I loved the silver willow best of all.
I am loving a lot. I am just loving and loving and loving. A lot of people around me really see a love in me and a love in themselves.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.
Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; remember, Lord, how short my time is; remember that I am but flesh, a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again. My days are as grass, as a flower of the field; for the wind goeth over me, and I am gone, and my place shall know me no more.
I am asserting that those who love the wilderness should not be wholly deprived of it, that while the reduction of the wilderness has been a good thing, its extermination would be a very bad one, and that the conservation of wilderness is the most urgent and difficult of all the tasks that confront us, because there are no economic laws to help and many to hinder its accomplishment.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.
When a woman dislikes the man who is courting her, she parries him cleverly, like a willow in the wind.
I'm good at loving books. I'm good at loving soft bed sheets. I'm good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can't love me back, that don't have the power to leave. And maybe, that's why I love them.
I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
Courage has you say in a defiant spirit you can take everything from me, you could cut me deep, you could render me in shame but you will never ever stop me from loving those who mock me, from loving those that hate me, from loving those who don't forgive me, from loving the cynics, from loving the darkness so much that I myself through my small acts of consistent unyielding love may bring on the light.
The pine fought the storm and broke. The willow yielded to the wind and snow and did not break. Practice Jiu-Jitsu in just this way.
Bend like the willow, winds gonna blow you hard and cold tonight. Life as it happens, nobody warns you, willow hold on tight.
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