Quotes About Growth

It will hurt. Pain makes you strong.

With him, I am forever a night-blooming flower, attracted and repelled by the heat of the sun.

Cardan stands, too. 'Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway.

Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway.

You've got to grow where you're planted

Who cares about a test? There will be a million more quizzed in your life.

love doesn't grow well, fed on pain.

It is my belief that books are living things.

Leaves don't grow back onto a vine, cracked walnuts don't fit back into their shells, and girlfriends who've been enchanted don't just wake up and decide to let things slide with their terrifying exes.

Dolerá. El dolor te hace fuerte.

How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

You will not always be so small or so frightened,' she told me. 'You are a queen.

La ausencia aminora las pequeñas pasiones y agranda las grandes.

You can't play pretend forever.

An unhappy childhood is supposed to make you grow up fast, but I still feel like a kid a lot of the time.

Sometimes we need to tell ourselves something important, something so important we don't tell ourselves in a very straightforward way. Sometimes we can only do it with a new face.

Quests are supposed to change us.

Maybe my messed-up life has turned me into someone capable of doing messed-up things.

And then I had to learn how to be a person all the time. I tried to be, for you.

Cosa sarei potuta diventare se avessi smesso di preoccuparmi della morte, del dolore, di tutto? Se avessi smesso di cercare un senso di appartenenza? Invece di avere paura, sarei diventata io quella da temere.

How do people like us take off our armour? One piece at a time.

I would say that you lost yourself along the way, but you lost yourself far before that,' the storm hag tells me as I pass her. 'Wake up, little bird.

But for one final night, he's the father I remember best, the one in whose shadow I have -- for better or for worse -- become who I am.

The Folk do not rot the way mortals do. Sometimes their bodies grow over with lichen or bloom with mushrooms. I've heard stories about battlefields turning in to green hills.