Quotes About Growth

To be a leader you must be a reader. Read, lead, succeed. Cynthia Brian

Secrets, he had learned, were the very soil that sorrows grew most easily out of.

Panic, he was discovering, is not the best soil to grow clear thinking out of.

Youth is a period of missed opportunities.

Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.

The best way to learn is through experience. To continue to improve, add to your experience, take small steps, and do it every day.

Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.

Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one's own life.

Life is a traveling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

She lived a good deal by herself, to herself, working, passing on from day to day, and always thinking, trying to lay hold on life, to grasp it in her own understanding. Her active living was suspended, but underneath, in the darkness, something was coming to pass. If only she could break through the last integuments!

And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one's religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.

She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oakwood, humming inaudibly with myriad unfolding buds. Meanwhile the birds of desire were asleep in the vast interlaced intricacy of her body.

Ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Sometimes snakes can't slough. They can't burst their old skin. Then they go sick and die inside the old skin, and nobody ever sees the new pattern. It needs a real desperate recklessness to burst your old skin at last. You simply don't care what happens to you, if you rip yourself in two, so long as you do get out.

But she would wake in the morning one day and feel her blood running, feel herself lying open like a flower unsheathed in the sun, insistent and potent with demand.

It seethes and seethes, a river of darkness, putting forth lilies and snakes

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being.

He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.

But the most important harvest, after gleaning for frumenty, was the blackberries.

Here's to the thorn in the flower!

Lemon trees, like Italians, seem to be happiest when they are touching one another