Quotes About Growth

they derive much of their sense of identity from their title and employer and that such overidentification with any institution can lead to stunted growth in other arenas. Far into our careers, we can remain the victims of other people's values and expectations.

We learn by doing, and each new experience is part answer and part question.

Self-creation is a lifelong journey. Only by our actions do we learn who we want to become, how best to travel, and what else will need to change to ease the way.

Rarely does "becoming an ex" happen as a result of one sudden decision. Instead, it happens over a period of time, one that often begins before we are fully aware of what is happening.

It takes, on average, three years from the time a person decides to leave the company until the day he or she walks out the door. Those are not good or productive years.

oscillating among the different possibilities allows us time to come to new and different ways of integrating who we were then with who we are now and who we are becoming. When this self-exploration and self-testing ends prematurely—either because we are not able to tolerate the contradictions or because we are unable to assimilate new information about ourselves—we risk either letting go of the past too rapidly or holding on to it too rigidly.

McKenna uses this story of a drowning woman to illustrate how stubbornly we can hold ourselves back.

that none of their existing contacts could help them reinvent themselves. That the networks we rely on in a stable job are rarely the ones that lead us to something new and different.

pronto se hizo obvio un desequilibrio: lo que él me podía enseñar (naturaleza de los instrumentos, procedimientos, análisis de balances, etc.) era finito, mientras que mi dominio era inagotable. Las reglas y las def. son fijas; las condiciones y nuestras reacciones a ellas cambian a cada hora. Cierto, A me había proporcionado capital. Pero al cabo de un año más o menos, yo ya se lo había devuelto con creces y podría, en teoría, haberme establecido por mi cuenta.

The world had never experienced anything like the growth of the American economy in the 1920s. Manufacturing was at an all-time high, and so were profits. Employment, already burgeoning, was on the rise.

If I had to come up with something that just came to me, I think growing up in a small town, I want knowledge. I still think today, knowledge is one of the keys.

I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it's mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children's teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down.

No cities can grow in a dictatorship, because everything stays small when it's being watched.

Heute geht es mir besser, ich bin fast ein Mensch.

Before the war an apple tree had stood behind the church. It was an apple tree that ate its own apples.

Olha como chora, alguma coisa nele extravasou. Pensei muitas vezes nesta frase. Depois, escrevi-a numa folha em branco. Voltei a riscar, voltei a escrever. Quando a folha encheu, rasguei-a do caderno. A isto chama-se memória.

Het landschap van onze kindertijd laat sporen achter voor onze blik op het landschap gedurende de volgende jaren.

Der Mann ist ein schwarzer Faden, der in die Pflanzen geht. Das schlagende Gras hebt ihn über die Erde.

Como botones de nácar que estuvieran cosidos por debajo, quizás hasta dentro de la tierra.

Tereza's death hurt me so much, it was as if I had two heads smashing into each other. One was full of mown love, the other of hate. I wanted the love to grow back. It grew like grass and straw, all mixed up together, and turned into an icy affirmation on my brow. That was my damn stupid plant.

If you should put even a little on a little, and should do this often, soon this too would become big.

The fool knows after he's suffered.

The most prolific period of pessimism comes at twenty-one or thereabouts, when the first attempt is made to translate dreams into reality.

God knows I'm not perfect, either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every time I learned something about myself -Misato Katsuragi