Quotes About Growth

Instead of being born again, why not just grow up?

How often must I tell you that we are made wise not by the recollections of our past, but by the responsibilities of our future.

Take risks: if you win, you will be happy; if you lose, you will be wise.

Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.

If without you I gather a rose, it turns thorn, But when you come back again, through you We return to fragrant and pink and petaled.

Be thankful for the little things, that always come your way, For little things to wondrous size, perchance may grow some day. Don't cast aside red roses, just because of one sharp thorn, Remember it's the darkest night, that brings the brightest dawn.

In the place of roses be a rose, and where there are thorns be a thorn.

He who would gather roses must not fear thorns.

From the thorn bush comes the rose.

The rose has thorns only for those who would gather it.

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud...

Nature grows beautiful new life over old scars.

Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we've been through.

Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you are stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.

A scar is a moment of your life preserved like the imprint of a pressed flower in a scrapbook.

Most of our scars are internal.

Winter's modest, muted sermon is— be patient and have faith. Springtime speaks lively green and spirited— love and grow and rejoice! Summer sings its blue-sky, simple lesson— life is good, let's play! Autumn's thankful, orange-red voice says— harvest, reflect, prepare.

late winter and early spring blend and blur in pleasant days and chilly nights penetrating sun and gentle cool breezes with stirrings of life, subtle and green — mornings that light ever earlier rouse us, but sunsets that still come in evening's youth lull

The sun shines different ways in summer and winter. And we shine differently in the seasons of our lives.

Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we're forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.

The cold dull glow of winter warms to the colorful brilliance of springtime.

I travel upon the heart line of past and present, weaving in the sun pollen of who I am today, wading in the rain puddles of having too much to say because I must always speak from four directions. It is where I have been. It is where I am going. It is where I move. It is where I am.

A bud can be beautiful, a work of art even. But I'm finding it simply can't compare to the openness of the blossom. Looking for my sun.

Foolishness, radicalism, morbidity are marks of promising youth, the obvious signs of inward ferment. We should rejoice to find them. They are among the indications of spiritual growth.