Quotes About Growth

We are all flawed, my dear. Every one of us. And believe me, we've all made mistakes. You've just got to take a good hard look at yourself, change what needs to be changed, and move on, pet.

So as a seventh grader, no, you weren't friends with people you didn't like. But sometimes you also weren't friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didn't make any sense if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. That's where the sadness came in.

We all mess up. It's what we learn from our mistakes that matters.

If you breathed deep and set your mind to it, you could rise above your anger.

But you have to live in the present. You have to take the old and make it new -- that's my point.

You've just got to take a good hard look at yourself, change what needs to be changed, and move on.

Sometimes when we forget to do things for others, it's because we're too wrapped up in our own problems. When actually, what we need to forget is ourselves. Change is healthy, right?

The idea of losing him made her realize how much she wanted him, because yes. Love. Charlie and Wren. Their souls colliding. And they were human, and they made mistakes, both of them, but by herself, Wren was alone. With Charlie, she was half of the 'us' he talked about, only that didn't come close to expressing what she knew to be true: that together they didn't simply become one. They became greater than one.

We are all flawed, my dear. Every one of us. And believe me, we've all made mistakes.

Todos temos defeitos, querida. Cada um de nós. E, acredite em mim, todos cometemos erros. (...) Você só precisa dar uma boa olhada em si mesma, mudar o que precisa ser mudado e seguir em frente, querida.

People change for each other all the time. Take any love story, any great love story at all, and you'll see that people have to be willing to change if they're going to make things work out. Like Shrek, when Fiona tells Shrek that she's sick of his burping and farting and everything. And Shrek's like, 'I'm an ogre. Deal with it.' And Fiona says, 'What if I can't?' So Shrek takes that potion that turns him into a hunky prince. He does it out of love for Fiona.

You said you've changed...But I'm just wondering if you really have. If you've, you know, looked inside yourself to figure out what you need to change.

You've been moping around for too long...It's time you grew into your next self.

I've been thinking back to when I was younger, before I had a clue about benzos or purple drank or even weed. I was so innocent. I wish I could go back and be that dumbshit kid again, naïve and full of hope.

It's okay if you're not exactly happy, I think. Maybe you're on the way to being happy

But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to go forward, slowly, one foot at a time. You can build an airy city out of ruins.

They cleared swiftly, dramatically, like a stage set or a movie; we went from black to stunning blue, the day emerging at once wet and crisp, the trees dripping jewels, the flowers drunk on drinking, their heads lolling with dizzy delight, rivulets etched into our earth, showing us which way the rain ran, downhill, of course, heading, all water, straight for our yet-to-be-pond.

I'm aware of the incredible elasticity of life, how the buckled can become straight, the broken mended. Watch what is on the ground; watch what you step on, for it could contain hidden powers and, in a rage, fly up all emerald and scarlet to sting your face.

And I have the same heart in the same socket of chest, and it hammers the way it used to, and I find myself thinking the same words, Safe again, trapped again. My pals sweat on the steering wheel. I remind myself: I am not that girl. I've changed. I've grown. It's a long time ago.

I have not healed so much as learned to sit still and wait while pain does its dancing work, trying not to panic or twist in ways that make the blades tear deeper, finally infecting the wounds.

Having a child does not change you so much as amplify whatever is unresolved.

I think I will actually miss it a little, this time of pure potential.

And I have the same heart in the same socket of chest, and it hammers the way it used to, and I find myself thinking the same words, safe again, trapped again. My palms sweat on the steering wheel. I remind myself: I am not that girl. I am not that girl. I've changed. I've grown. It's a long time ago.

All it takes is the right training, and we step out, over the boundaries of our bodies and their limitations.