Quotes About Growth

You can learn to change the world or go on being changed by it.

Life is its own journey, presupposes its own change and movement, and one tries to arrest them at one's eternal peril.

Life begins as a quest of the child for the man and ends as a journey by the man to rediscover the child.

The educating of the parents is really the education of the child children tend to live what is unlived in the parents, so it is vital that parents should be aware of their inferior, their dark side, and should press on getting to know themselves.

It's the not-yet in the now, the taste of the fruit that does not-yet exist, hanging the blossom on the bough.

After trauma, any way that a person can find to pick themselves up and become a new and better version of themselves makes them stronger.

For He is our childhood's pattern, day by day like us He grew, He was little, weak, and helpless, tears and smiles like us He knew.

Good writing demands self-discipline and constant learning

Although I'm marked by my inner scars, I'm also empowered by my experiences.

A dark time is the time when the most light can come in.

It really kind of sucked to be close to someone for so long and then suddenly not be anything anymore.

tears and rain are the same thing, they're meant to wash you clean and make you grow. If you don't let them out, you'll drown inside.

Life is a matter of exchanges. Youth for age, ignorance for knowledge. Endless exchanges.

Most of the time, everyone deserves more than one chance. We all do things we regret now and then. You just have to carry them with you.

It's too late. He's already learned how not to drown.

Parents, she thought, learned to survive touching their children less and less.

You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin. It was a place you could take refuge, if you knew how to get in. And each time you left it, each time your child passed out of your sight, you feared you might never be able to return to that place again.

For the rest of the summer, and for years after that, they will grope for the words that say what they mean: to Nath, to Hannah, to each other. There is so much more they need to say.

In kindegarten, he had learned how to make a bruise stop hurting: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. the first times it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache.

To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be,

and Mia realized that she was crossing into a place she would have to go alone.

To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin.

There was no room left in her for anger. Something within her tipped and cracked.

Everything that loomed so large close up - all you had to do was step away, and they shrank to nothing. You could stop taking their phone calls, tear up their letters, pretend they'd never existed. Start over as a new person with a new life. Just a problem of geography, he thought, with the confidence of someone who had never yet tried to free himself of family.