Quotes About Growth

We should all have a tree in our childhood...a tree one might explore, a tree from which one might learn how to fall.

I think it's best for us to face up to our own mistakes," she

There, I've thought it. I've thought the thing I knew I should think. And I feel better for it, because although it's harder to love, it's always better.

But being a parent hurt—that was part of the arrangement. It hurt and then suddenly it did not hurt any longer, and a loving and reasonable person emerged from the teenage shell, just as the colourful emperor moth emerges from the chrysalis of the mopane worm.

Things start badly—very badly—and then they change for the better and those who have nothing, or who are unhappy, or who live in fear, suddenly find that these things that were bad for them have gone." "It's like rain," said Mma Potokwane, who had not said much but had clearly been affected by the story. "The rains come and they wash everything away. The dryness, the thirst, the dust on your skin—these are washed away, Mma, all washed away.

it,' he said. 'People change their

We become the people we live with. Imperceptibly at first, but with a certain inevitability, we become the other.

That's precisely what I'm saying: in order to become better people, we must practise," Isabel said.

I heard him say that he knew that he had been very stupid and that he would not be stupid again. Those were his very words, Mma, and I wrote them down on a piece of paper which we can keep in the office here and take out and wave at him some time in the future if we need to do so.

And as far as fourteen-year-old boys were concerned, she had yet to meet one who was not, at least in some respects, embarrassing or difficult. That, simply, was what fourteen-year-old boys were like.

There are roads to Damascus, she told herself. People travel on them.

and took us to the end of long, dark tunnels, which were filled with green rock and dust. My job was to load rock after it had been blasted, and I did this for seven hours a day. I grew

Could you say that your business had expanded if it had gone from owning one teapot to two? Somehow

Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni," she asked, "do you think that our souls grow as we get older?" He did not answer immediately, but when he did, she thought his answer quite perfect. "Yes," he said. "Our souls get wider. They grow like the branches of a tree—growing outwards. And

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

Saying sorry does not make you look small—it makes you look big." "I think so too," said Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. "But some people are small inside, and if you're small inside, you can't be big outside. It just won't come to you.

Invisibility to the young of course is a quality that grows slowly: by thirty one is beginning to get fainter, by forty one is starting to disappear, by fifty the metaphorical hill has been crossed and one is simply no longer ther.

One never gets anywhere unless one leaves

They are not much use to anybody, really. It is very sad." He smiled. "And then, suddenly, at seventeen—sometimes at age sixteen—they grow out of all of that and they become nice once more, just as they were before this terrible thing called adolescence happened to them.

You'll grow up. People did not like to be told that, she thought, because we all think that what we are now is what we shall be tomorrow. That was clearly false—but we all believed it.

Days when I came to flower serenely in Lycée gardens long ago, and read my Apuleius keenly, but spared no glance for Cicero.

S?radan, küçük bir kâtiptir, menzil bekçisi oldu mu diktatör kesilir. - Prens Viyazemski

fruto de mis años, marchitos antes de florecer (a Piotr Aleksandrovich Pletnev)

what life had taught me is that where we come from is a point -- not the starting point, not the defining point -- just a point. It's where we are that really counts.