Quotes About Growth

You were given a sharp, acute, uncomfortable grain..; yet in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would flower out, open, shed its scent, let you touch, taste, look about you, get the whole feel of it and understanding, after years of lying lost.

What one wants in the person one lives with is that they should keep one at one's best.

She felt more deeply, more passionately, every year. It increased, he said. Alas, perhaps, but one should be glad of it- it went on increasing in his experience.

Read a thousand books and your words will flow like a river.

Books, she thought, grew of themselves.

How immense must be the force of life which turns a baby , who can just distinguish a great blot of blue and purple on a black background, into the child who thirteen years later can feel all that I felt on May 5th 1895 - now almost exactly to a day, forty-four years ago - when my mother died.

so that it may grow fatter and

Habits gradually change the face of ones life as time changes one's physical face;& one does not know it.

Ce qu'on attend de l'être avec qui l'on vit c'est qu'il vous maintienne au niveau le plus élevé de vous-même.

That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what one wanted, and followed blindly, suffering so much in secret, always unprepared and amazed and knowing nothing; but one thing led to another and by degrees something had formed itself out of nothing, and so one reached at last this calm, this certainty, and it was this process that people called living.

Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in gardens.

Once you stumble... human nature is on you.

Continuerò ad azzardare, a cambiare, ad aprire la mente e gli occhi, rifiutando di lasciarmi incasellare e stereotipare. Ciò che conta è liberare il proprio io: lasciare che trovi le sue dimensioni, che non abbia vincoli.

Think of me, the uneducated child reading books in my room at 22 Hyde Park Gate -- now advanced to this glory... Yes; all that reading, I say, has borne this odd fruit. And I am pleased.

Without self confidence we are as babes in the cradle.

In short, every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works, yet we require critics to explain the one and biographers to expound the other. That time hangs heavy on people's hands is the only explanation of the monstrous growth.

I am growing up,' she thought, taking her taper. 'I am losing my illusions, perhaps to acquire new ones

now that one was mature then, said Peter, one could watch, one could understand, and one did not lose the power of feeling, he said. No, that is true, said Sally. She felt more deeply, more passionately, every year. It increased, he said, alas, perhaps, but one should be glad of it-- it went on increasing in his experience.

It's life that matters, nothing but life—the process of discovering—the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all.

life is pleasant, life is tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday, then comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings; the identity becomes robust; the pain is absorbed in growth.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves

The next few months passed away, as many years can pass away, without definite events, and yet, if suddenly disturbed, it would be seen that such months or years had a character unlike others.

For a self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth cooking and eating.