Quotes About Growth

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.

Make it bend — trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch — perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.

Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!

How did I get like this?

I shake my head. I pick up the rake and start making the dead-leaf pile neater. A blister pops and stains the rake handle like a tear. Dad nods and walks to the Jeep, keys jangling in his fingers. A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat. Me: Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become and adult. I hope it's worth it.

I wanted a coffin made of wood from trees not yet planted my appetite for time was growing.

Trying to figure out what you want to do, who you want to be, is messy as hell; the best anyone can hope for is to figure out the next step.

I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.'

One of the seeds has split its shell and reaches a white hand upward. An apple tree growing from an apple seed growing in an apple. I show the little plantseed to Ms. Keen. She gives me extra credit. David rolls his eyes. Biology is so cool.

In the spring of fifth grade, the boob fairy arrived with her wand and smacked Cassie wicked hard.

A merda de um cara é o adubo de outro.

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity. If you're tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.

And after the crop is harvested the fields cleared of rocks and stubble swords beaten into plowshares dirt furrowed the new seeds, planted deep and cared for, will grow into strong children with kind hands and strong bodies and honorable hearts the first generation unscarred untouchable that's your loss and our triumph

Trying to figure out what you want to do, who you want to be, is messy as hell; at best anyone can hope for is to figure out the next step.

My fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code, a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So how can I find my way? Is there a chainsaw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

Não existe cura mágica, nem como fazer tudo desaparecer para sempre. Existem apenas pequenos passos adiante; um dia mais fácil, uma risada inesperada, um espelho que não importa mais.

A fat white seed sleeps in the sky.

Set foot on the campus and it changes you forever. It's... He paused like he was searching for the right word, something I'd never seen him do before. It's Nerdvana! he finally declared.

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazing activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.

It wasn't my fault. ANd I'm not going to let it kill me. I can grow.

Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance. Our children cannot afford to have the truth of the world withheld from them. They need us to be brave enough to give them great books so they can learn how to grow up into the men and women we want them to be.

Don't be so hard on yourself. Art is about making mistakes and learning from them.