Quotes About Growth

Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another with the same wind to twist it!

I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.

It is hard to remember just when you first became aware of being alive. It is like looking through rain onto a bald, new lawn; as you watch, the brown is all pricked with pale green. You did not see the points pierce, did not hear the stab - there they are!

Professor, you are very hard on that young Canadian girl! Hard? The Professor shrugged, spread his palms. Art - the girl has 'makings.' It takes red-hot fury to dig 'em up. If I'm harsh it's for her own good. More often than not worth while things hurt. Art's worth while.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies. The heroism we recite Would be a daily thing, Did not ourselves the cubits warp For fear to be a king.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it

Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

Morir no es casi nada, algo pasado, pero vivir incluye el morir muchas veces sin tener al alivio de estar muerto.

This was in the white of the year, That was in the green, Drifts were as difficult then to think As daisies now to be seen. Looking back is best that is left, Or if it be before, Retrospection is prospect's half, Sometimes almost more.

I am very busy picking up stems and stamens as the hollyhocks leave their clothes around.

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

To be a Flower, is profound Responsibility

I had a daily bliss I half indifferent viewed, Till sudden I perceived it stir,— It grew as I pursued, Till when, around a crag, It wasted from my sight, Enlarged beyond my utmost scope, I learned its sweetness right.

Perhaps I asked too large — I take — no less than skies — For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town — My Basket holds — just — Firmaments — Those — dangle easy — on my arm, But smaller bundles — Cram.

How glad I am that spring has come, and how it calms my mind when wearied with study to walk out in the green fields and beside the pleasant streams in which South Hadley is rich! ... The older I grow, the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it not so with you? (May 16, 1848 to Abiah Root)

So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise -- Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So from Cocoon Many a Worm Leap so Highland gay, Peasants like me -- Peasants like Thee, Gaze perplexedly!

Dicen que el tiempo cura, pero el tiempo jamás cura de nada, lo que duele de veras duele más con la edad, como pasa a los tendones.

Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet