Quotes About Growth

She didn't usually mind being just a bit in over her head. She generally flailed like a becalmed ship, irritable and purposeless and panicked, when things were simple.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a woman, I put away childish things.

And much like a catapult, my dear, the lower you begin in life, the higher you can eventually fly. All it requires is the right person to, shall we say, effect the launch." -Miss Endicott.

she wondered if seeds ever resented the sun, knowing it would shine with no quarter and give them no choice but to push their heads up out of the safety of the hard, hard ground and bloom.

A nondescript place, but it had inevitably changed over the years; one of the old oaks had been split by lightning and now lay on its side, and the others had grown into behemoths around their fallen comrade.

He wanted to be a man she admired. The way he admired her. He wanted her to think of him as brave. He wanted to be better because of her, and for her. He was better because of her. She'd changed him irrevocably.

Something was stirring in him, though; a bud of comprehension that could very well bloom into forgiveness if left unchecked.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

Going for it and changing what you could change-that's what success was all about.

Going to university is only one avenue to gain knowledge. There are others. A degree isn't insurance against ignorance.

they'd become good friends before they were old enough to understand they were supposed to be enemies...

A fortune begins with a penny.

Soon we could barely recognize them. They were taller than we were, and heavier. They were loud beyond belief. I feel like a duck that's hatched goose's eggs.

The thing I keep learning about endings is that they aren't a long time coming, and that they don't sneak up on you either, because endings just don't happen.

In acceptance, the new reality is still not OK. It is still not as we want it to be. But we begin to take on the new reality, listen to our needs, open up to new experiences and make connections.

We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong.

This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.

You are a child no longer, whatever you might wish. You are a woman with a woman's body, and you do not think or feel as you did back there at Sevenwaters, when you ran wild in the forest and the trees spread their canopy to shelter you. Men will look at you. Come to terms with it, Sorcha. You cannot hide forever. They will look at you with desire in their eyes. You were taken against your will, and it damaged you. But life goes on.

Look forward, not back, the Hag said. All is change. Do not regret. Instead, learn.

I often tell myself, there is no point in wishing certain things had not happened. We can't change what has been, only do our best with what is to come.

What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

The error was not yours, Somerled, Eyvind said quietly, moving to the doorway. It was mine. I failed to teach you the one lesson you could not do without: how to be a man.

There is learning in everything

Step by small step; that was the only way I'd survive my time of penance. My lesson in patience. Or whatever it was.