Quotes About Growth

Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.

Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.

Love) walks up to you,and when it does, you need to recognize it for what it is and, perhaps more important, for what it might become.

That is how you know you've left childhood behind-when you wish for time to go backward.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

What you dream, you can grow. Someone told me that, but I didn't believe it. I said I had nothing and that people with nothing are unable to dream. But I was wrong.

I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

Fourth time's the charm, she says to people who ask her what the secret of a happy marriage is, but that's not the way she feels about it. She knows now that when you don't lose yourself in the bargain, you find you have double the love you started with, and that's one recipe that can't be tampered with.

They may be nothing like you, he had written, they may surprise you, they may even repel you when their behavior is out of control, when they climb out their windows and drink underage and break every rule, but you will love them in a way you had not thought possible before, no matter who they turn out to be.

That's why there are ten gates to pass through before you reach the garden. If life were easy there would be one gate. There would be no gates at all.

A boy who is trouble is something entirely different as a man.

But what you give up you can learn to live without, even if it causes you heartbreak at the start.

I'm glad it all happened, he says. Even the bad parts.

What is broken can also be mended.

Life all happened so quickly; people tell you it will, but you won't believe it until it happens to you. Cry all you want, being young will slip through your hands and you will be left standing there, you who were once so young, not recognizing yourself or your life.

I read Greek myths. I read about far off places, Venice and Paris. I read about men who searched for things they could not find at home, and women who fell in love with the wrong person and waited for the arrival of their beloved for so long that a year was no different from a single day. The same thing was happening to me. Years were passing. I was already a woman, and I still wasn't done reading.

WITCHES TAKE THEIR NAMES FROM PLACES, for places are what give them their strength. The place need not be beautiful, or habitable, or even green. Sand and salt, so much the better. Scrub pine, plumberry, and brambles, better still. From every bitter thing, after all, something hardy will surely grow. From every difficulty, the seed that's sewn is that much stronger. Ruin is the milk all witches must drink; it's the lesson they learn and the diet they're fed upon.

If she doesn't make a move soon, they're all going to pass her by and she'll still be a child, afraid to leave her room, afraid to grow up.

What you are able to dream you are able to grow, she says to me. If you don't believe in it, it can never happen.

I understood wanting to forget. Things that made you remember cut like pieces of glass.

I didn't understand that when I closed myself to her, I took a part of her bitterness inside me. It was green and unforgiving, and as it grew it made me more like her. It gave me my strength, but it gave me my weakness as well.

But rules were never the point. It was finding out who you were.

She was good at forgetting; she had practiced for years, and it was now a skill at which she excelled.