Quotes About Growth

But you come to the end of yourself, and time runs on, and leaves you. Her years with Tien had

Most days it's just stumbling around in the dark with the rest of creation, smashing into things and wondering why it hurts.

Had getting rid of his uneven limp, leg braces, and most of the crookedness in his back made that much difference? Or was the difference in the Barrayarans?

the Aeon of Horus we identify with the self-radiant, ever-living sun. All magical pantheons have become aspects of ourselves. We, like the sun, do not die. Death, like night, is an illusion. Life is now seen as a process of continual growth and humanity is developing a consciousness of the continuity of existence that will eventually dissolve the sting of death.53

Let the past not be forgotten. Let the lessons not be in vain.

The need is not really for more brains, the need is now for a gentler, a more tolerant people than those who won for us against the ice, the tiger and the bear. The hand that hefted the ax, out of some old blind allegiance to the past fondles the machine gun as lovingly. It is a habit man will have to break to survive, but the roots go very deep.

The truth is, however, that there is nothing very "normal" about nature. Once upon a time there were no flowers at all.

Don't worry," she said. "You'll have plenty more experiences like that working in this place." Then she added these words.

At one time, Madison Street had been quietly residential, curving gently to a rural road below, but the city had reached out like a hungry blob of protoplasm and engulfed us.

You've got to continue to grow, or you're just like last night's corn bread-stale and dry.

Life has a way of fixing things. – Stu Callebrew (the Dugout's owner and Matt Jacobs good friend/father figure)

Ideen braucht man nur, wenn man nichts erlebt

When you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet. Now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.

You couldn't pretend you had lost nothing... you had to begin there, not let your blood freeze over. If your heart turned away at this, it would turn away at something greater, then more and more until your heart stayed averted, immobile, your imagination redistributed away from the world and back only toward the bad maps of yourself, the sour pools of your own pulse, your own tiny, mean, and pointless wants.

When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that knowledge will show on your face and change it. But sad only for others, not for yourself. You will feel you have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and grow it.

I don't go back and look at my early work, because the last time I did, many years ago, it left me cringing. If one publishes, then one is creating a public record of Learning to Write.

I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.

I always had the sense with her that she didn't suffer fools gladly but that life was taking great pains to show her how.

It reminded me of how children always thought too big; how the world tackled and chiseled them to keep them safe.

At that time in my life I was never late. Only a year later would I suddenly have difficulty hanging on to any sense of time, leaving friends sitting, invariably, for a half hour here or there. Time would waft past me undetectably or absurdly - laughably when I could laugh - in quantities I was incapable of measuring or obeying. But that year, when I was twenty, I was as punctual as a priest. Were priests punctual? Cave-raised, divinely dazed, I believed them to be.

When you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet, she writes. Now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.

If one publishes, then one is creating a public record of Learning to Write.

What was education for, if not to acquire contradictions? At least it looked like that to me.

I realized that life was too short for anyone honestly and thoroughly to outgrow anything, but it was clear that some people were making more of an effort than others.