Quotes About Growth

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time rolling on the ground with men who think a stiffy represents personal growth.

Life is a series of natural changes. Resisting change only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.

I'm short. I have to think tall.

I'd had a less tumultuous transition from childhood to adulthood, but somewhere in my twenties I feel like I got stalled in the process and now I'm drifting, marking time without any great passion to move forward.

Everyone's childhood is strange. It prepares you for the strangeness of adulthood." Riley

Mañoso grinned. "This is gonna be fun. This here's gonna be like Professor Higgins and Eliza Doolittle Does Trenton.

Lots of times I'm not crazy about the writing, but I keep moving ahead and somehow it gets better. The important thing is to move forward.

It's my style. And don't call me Cookie." Some people learn from books, some listen to the advice of others, some learn from mistakes. I fit into the last category. So sue me. At least I rarely made the same mistake twice …

You had a strange childhood." "Everyone's childhood is strange. It prepares you for the strangeness of adulthood.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.

Aquamarines grew with emeralds, Claire told me. But emeralds were fragile and always broke into smaller pieces, while aquamarines were stronger, grew in huge crystals without any trouble, so they weren't worth as much. It was the emerald that didn't break that was the really valuable thing.

She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.

After all the fears, the warnings, after all, a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's. They are written by fire on stone. They are a trait and not an error.

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room.

I'd spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn't drip with blood every time I brushed up against something.

What was a weed, anyway. A plant nobody planted? A seed escaped from a traveler's coat, something that didn't belong? Was it something that grew better than what should have been there? Wasn't it just a word, weed, trailing its judgments. Useless, without value. Unwanted.

I had been moving too fast. I had been too hungry to become a woman.

This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.

Time has taken on an utterly different quality for me. What difference does a year make? In a perverse way, I pity the women who are still a part of time, trapped by it, how many months, how many days. I have been cut free

I was more his child than he knew. But my womanhood had put a permanent barrier between us. He didn't know how to be the father of a woman, and womanhood could not be undone. The future already a fact.

In stages, that's how. First you let go of the things you loved.

There was power in me now, where there had been none.

Just a beginner, but he learned so fast. Everything came so damn easy to him. Not true. The hard things cam easy. But the easy things he found impossibly hard.

This ragged heart, she said, pulling at her kimono. I should rip it out and use it for compost.