Quotes About Growth

By being willing to be a bad artist, you have a chance to be an artist, and perhaps, over time, a very good one.

La vida verdadera se vive cuando ocurren cambios diminutos». LEÓN TOLSTOI

I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was.

Well, all I know is this—nothing you ever learn is really wasted, and will sometime be used.

I had a lack of confidence, which caused me to back down from forcefully stated positions; an i was overly emotional at the expense of careful, scientific thought. I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was

Was it a sign of Creeping Decrepitude?

had been a year earlier. Looking back, it had been a year of growth. Paul's personality had enlarged, he'd gained further wisdom, if not salary

And the great lesson embedded in the book is that no one is born a great cook, one learns by doing. This is my invariable advice to people: Learn how to cook—try new recipes, learn from your mistakes, be fearless, and above all have fun!

But things change, of course, and so do the ways in which people see themselves.

To have children is to plant roses, muguets, lavender, lilac, gardenia, stock, peonies, tuberose, hyacinth ...it is to achieve a whole sense,a grand sense one did not priorly know. It is to give one's garden another dimension. Perfume of life itself.

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We thought we were being mature when we were only being safe. We imagined we were being responsible but were only being cowardly. What we called realism turned out to be a way of avoiding things rather than facing them.

When you're young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can't make up their minds. Perhaps it's a way of admitting that things can't ever bear the same certainty again.

Most of us have only one story to tell. I don't mean that only one thing happens to us in our lives: there are countless events, which we turn into countless stories. But there's only one that matters, only one finally worth telling.

There is accumulation. There is responsibility. And beyond these, there is unrest. There is great unrest.

Perhaps this was one of the tragedies life plots for us: it is our destiny to become in old age what in youth we would have most despised.

Had my life increased, or merely added to itself? There had been addition and subtraction in my life, but how much multiplication?

You put together two people who have not been put together before; and sometimes the world is changed, sometimes not. They may crash and burn, or burn and crash. But sometimes, something new is made, and then the world is changed. Together, in that first exaltation, that first roaring sense of uplift, they are greater than their two separate selves. Together, they see further, and they see more clearly.

Life isn't just addition and subtraction. There's also the accumulation, the multiplication, of loss, of failure.

But life never lets you go, does it? You can't put down life the way you put down a book.

We muddle along, we let life happen to us, we gradually build up a store of memories. There is the question of accumulation, but not in the sense that Adrian meant, just the simple adding up and adding on of life. And as the poet pointed out, there is a difference between addition and increase.

Our attitudes and opinions change, we develop new habits and eccentricities; but that's something different, more like decoration. Perhaps character resembles intelligence, except that character peaks a little later [...]. And after that, we're just stuck with what we've got. We're on our own. If so, that would explain a lot of lives, wouldn't it?

I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another.

But you find yourself repeating, "They grow up so quickly, don't they?" when all you really mean is: time goes faster for me nowadays.