Quotes About Growth

From your parents, you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot in front of the other. But when books are opened, you discover that you have wings.

When books are opened, we discover that we have wings

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.

every professional was once a beginner

I genitori ti insegnano ad amare, ridere e correre. Ma solo entrando in contatto con i libri, si scopre di avere le ali.

From your parents you learn love & laughter & how to put one foot in front of the other. But when books are opened, you discover you have wings.

The thing about gardens is that everyone thinks they go on growing, that in winter they sleep and in spring they rise.

The period before something learns to be afraid is the most dangerous of all, because it is then the creatures are the most vulnerable.

I know for me the subject of how to be in a relationship is precious and complicated and challenging.

A man can't make a place for himself in the sun if he keeps taking refuge under the family tree.

Each day comes to me with both hands full of possibilities, and in its brief course I discern all the verities and realities of my existence; the bliss of growth, the glory of action, the spirit of beauty.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

Face your deficiencies and acknowledge them; but do not let them master you. Let them teach you patience, sweetness, insight.

Like oceans, we ebb and flow and are in constant motion. We have a deep desire to keep things as they are, and a contradictory desire to expand beyond our current limits. Times of relative equilibrium allow us to build the strength we need for times of movement. It can be difficult for us to know which stage we are in and whether we are moving forward at all. But underneath our seemingly individual current, we are ultimately being pulled forward toward a connection with the greater whole.

They could not make a deep and powerful connection to the larger world until they were able to connect to themselves. And, in an example of the kind of feedback loops that characterize all living systems, they were not able to connect to themselves until they were in authentic relationship with others.

In the journey to become whole, a woman will be confronted with various forms of these stages [of personal evolution]. In doing the hard work that is required, she learns important lessons about herself and increases her capacity to see the meaning of her actions. She is then able to bring more experience, wisdom, and skill to the next challenge she must face.

Sojourner [Truth]'s life exemplifies the process that occurs within ourselves as we grow to understand that we hold the authority to shape our own lives. This inner authority came when she embraced all of herself, which enabled her to speak from an authentic voice.

The movement has kept itself from full development by denying, ignoring, and rejecting parts of itself, including its spiritual legacy.

The history of women has been the history of a destructive kind of suffering, and I do not suggest moving further into that experience. My point is that walking away from pain altogether is equally as destructive. The debilitating suffering come when we do not allow ourselves to feel and work through our pain. Facing pain honestly and surviving gives us strength.

Every childhood is a dismantling of wholeness, and every adulthood is a process of putting the pieces together again.

Pain shapes us, breaking us open so that we can reconfigure ourselves in a way that more deeply mirrors our authentic self.

Our relationships are the crucible of our greatest growth.

There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, [...]

You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.