“I had grown up. I had learned that being a woman was knowing when to stand firm and when to compromise. I had learned to laugh and weep; I had learned that I was weak as well as strong. I had learned to love. I was no longer a rigid, upright tree that would not flex and bow, even though the gale threatened to snap it in two; I was the willow that bends and shivers and sways, and yet remains strong.”
Source : Juliet Marillier (2010). “Seer of Sevenwaters: A Sevenwaters Novel 5”, p.391, Pan Australia
