Quotes About Growth

I take responsibility for the man I used to be, for I carry him with me. As strong as I am, he's a heavy burden

Who but a fool would stay in one place and butt her head against the same window time and again?

Hard times make for simple minds

Maybe you'll both be who you always were if you're given time.

Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

Love could do that to some people and they wouldn't even know much they'd missed out on; they simply remained in the place where love had left them, while the whole world spun around.

Spring was madness in New England, all the world cone to love at once.

Families are the Nurseries of all Societies: and the First combinations of mankind.

You were a boy. Life is a mess, that's what Isabelle told me when I decided to have the child, but all we can do is live it.

This is what happens when you stay in one place for thirteen years, Anne says. First you own things. Then they own you.

We grew careless, as people who are lost often do.

It was too exciting a time to be tied down to school.

what you give up you can learn to live without, even if it causes you heartbreak at the start. Whether you are mortal or not, you go on, even if sorrow nags

Writers don't choose their craft; they need to write in order to face the world.

He wasn't the first man she'd been with, and that hadn't been Bill back home either. It had been a boy she met on holiday when she was fifteen. She had decided it was time for her to have sex, the way someone else might decide it was time to get a driver's license, and she'd gone ahead with it. Pragmatic, that's the way she'd always been.

They might curse you, even despise you for doing so, but it took strong measures to ensure that a boy lived long enough to become a man.

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'd like a mirror

She thought she still had a child as a daughter, but she had something entirely different, someone who had turned thirteen.

Over the years I had grown attached to it, as men grow attached to their miseries and their burdens.

Well, I think of life as a novel. You can't just hop out of the mess you're in and into another story. You carry it all with you.

They both always wished for the same thing when they were sitting on the roof of the aunts' house on those hot, lonely nights. Sometime in the future, when they were both all grown up, they wanted to look up at the stars and not be afraid. This is the night they had wished for. This is that future, right now. And they can stay out as long as they want to, they can remain on the lawn until every star has faded, and still be there to watch the perfect blue sky at noon.

Is that what love is? To lose yourself completely? Or does love make you more than you could ever be alone?

All the same, some things stay with you forever. You are a different person now. You know it and I know it. You're not the same. You're a survivor. Congratulations.

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.