Quotes About Growth

My wife is pregnant, and her physician told her that physiologically and medically speaking, there are three different kinds of humans: men, women, and pregnant women. I think the same idea applies to you, Edward. There are grown-ups, children, and then you. You don't feel like a kid anymore, right?" Edward nods. "But you won't be an adult for years. You're something else, and we need to figure out what you are, so we can figure out how to help you.

lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

What happened is baked into your bones, ...It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

The two boys lead the way down the hall. There are windows in this corridor, and the skyscrapers of New York City are visible in the distance—man-made mountains of steel and glass piercing a blue sky. Jane and Bruce can't help but locate the spot where the Twin Towers used to be, the same way the tongue finds the hole where a tooth was pulled. Their sons, who were both toddlers when the towers fell, accept the skyline as it is.

What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be a part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

She's that magic, shimmering age—he guesses 27—when a woman has one foot in youth and one in adulthood.

She had screwed up, not him. It made her sad that her vast experience, even her marathon dances with men, hadn't left her any the wiser.

The physical jolt shifts something inside Jordan, and a new truth yawns open: I do need them. I need all three of them. And while the plane hesitates, as if deciding its next move, his apartment now has a bunk bed to share with his brother and another bedroom, for his parents.

their youth and their ignorance of who they were and what they really wanted.

after her honeymoon. Maybe.

What do you want? Sylvie wouldn't have asked this question before, because she would have been afraid of the answer, but she wanted to be deeply and truly herself and to experience the world in the deepest and truest way.

reimagining herself. She was Julia's wild hair, she was the lake her husband had once been carried out of, and no matter what happened next, she was love.

whoever she was becoming. She was grateful that her father had prepared her for this type of hard, lonely

restitch himself to life's fabric. Dr. Dembia had

She was all of herself with him and even felt there was room for her to become more. When he rested his eyes on her, it was without judgment or expectation, and in that space, Sylvie felt her potential: for bravery, brilliance, kindness, joy. All of these sails rested on the deck of her ship; they were hers, but she hadn't seen them before.

ringing all the bells of adulthood.

What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on is learning to live with that.

Imagine that I'm a house, and when I find my great love, I'll become the entire world. Our love will show me so much more than I'll be able to see on my own.

Bill supposed that for every child there was a defining age, a fixed reference point in relation to which his parents would always view him; whereas the child's own truest self would always be the present one.

It were purely like a snowball and everybody gave it a push...

A good education is another name for happiness.

You change yourself in this world (indeed, if it comes from outside yourself it can be taken away). What other people --or other entities-- can do is inspire you; they can plant seeds of inspiration. If the soil isn't receptive, the seed dies, the idea is lost, as there was no place for inspiration to take hold.

None of us is so mature that we cannot be influenced. The question is: Who or what do we want to shape our lives?