Quotes About Growth

There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer.

Learning-time is always a long, secluded time..

Do not look for answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.

Amar também é bom: pois o amor é difícil. Ter amor, de uma pessoa por outra, talvez seja a coisa mais difícil que nos foi dada, a mais extrema, a derradeira prova e provação, o trabalho para o qual qualquer outro trabalho é apenas uma preparação. Por isso as pessoas jovens, iniciantes em tudo, ainda não podem amar: precisam aprender o amor.

They wished to flower, and flowering is being beautiful: but we wish to ripen, and that means being dark and taking pains.

There is only one solitude, and it is vast and not easy to bear and almost everyone has moments when they would happily exchange it for some form of company, be it ever so banal or trivial, for the illusion of some slight correspondence with whoever one happens to come across, however unworthy… But perhaps those are precisely the hours when solitude grows, for its growth is painful like the growth of boys and sad like the beginning of spring.

Be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind.

Hayatta yeni baÅŸlayanlar için s?n?flar yok, insandan derhal en zor ÅŸeyi isterler daima.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn. Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen, aber versuchen will ich ihn. Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm, und ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang.

All feelings are pure that focus you and raise you up. Any thoughts that match up to your childhood are good. Everything that makes more of you is right.

Do not strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them.

Bir mahluk vard?r ki gözüne iliÅŸirse tamamen zarars?zd?r, fark?na varmazs?n bile, hemen unutursun. Ama herhangi bir ÅŸekilde, görünmeden kula??na kaçarsa orada geliÅŸir, sanki yumurtas?ndan ç?kar; beyne kadar ilerlediÄŸi ve bu uzuvda, t?pk? köpek pnömokoklar? gibi yak?p y?karak büyüdükleri görülür. Bu yarat?k komÅŸudur.

Viva por algum tempo nesses livros, aprenda com eles o que lhe parecer digno de aprendizado, mas sobretudo os ame.

As one puts a handkerchief before pent-in-breath- no: as one presses it against a wound out of which the whole of life, in a single gush, wants to stream, I held you to me: I saw you turn red from me. How could anyone express what took place between us? We made up for everything there was never time for. I matured strangely in every impulse of unperformed youth, and you, love, had wildest childhood over my heart…

if he demolished pillars, it was when he burst from the world of your body into the narrower world.

it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; the fact that a thing is difficult must be one more reason for our doing it.

que una cosa sigui difícil ha de ser per a nosaltres un motiu més per fer-la. estimar també és bo: perquè l'amor és difícil. Estimar de persona a persona: això és potser el més difícil que se'ns ha encomanat, el més extrem, l'última prova, el treball per al qual tot altre treball és només una preparació.

I basically do not believe that it matters to be happy in the sense in which people expect to be happy. But I can so absolutely understand the kind of arduous happiness that consists in rousing forces through a determined effort, forces that then start to work upon one's self.

And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

But they are difficult things with which we have been charged; almost everything serious is difficult, and everything is serious.

I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.

You are not too old And it is not too late . . .

Pietà Fills now my cup, and past thought is my fulness thereof. I harden as a stone sets hard at its heart. Hard that I am, I know this alone: that thou didst grow— — — — — — and grow, to outgrow, as too great pain, my heart's reach utterly. Now liest thou my womb athwart, now can I not to thee again give birth.

To be an artist means not to compute or count; it means to ripen as the tree, which does not force its sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow.