Quotes About Growth

It turns out that saying, "You can't teach an old dog new tricks," doesn't apply to humans. Research now reveals that our brains are continuously changing, producing new growth, making new connections. It doesn't matter how old we are, we are still under construction, learning as we go along.

Optimism works in conjunction with your life energy, strengthening your roots and keeping you grounded, stimulating the growth of new shoots and the development of new branches that form your life, energizing the creation that is you.

Our failures or mistakes give us important feedback on what we need to change or concentrate on in the future.

Girl, I turn that thing into a rain forest.

And my future will be better than my past.

Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower.

Im just tryna stay ahead of my shadow.

I know it's an experience that I need to have if God's putting me through it.

Trying to tear down the past prohibits you from building up your future.

Some of us are grown-up at age twelve; some of us never mature. It's not a question of whether you're old enough to make your own decision; are you old enough to take responsibility for the outcome if it turns out to be a bad decision?

I wondered what I'd end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn't even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn't drag that out of me. Ever.

most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.

Hidup bahagia ialah yang dipakai untuk belajar, mencari nafkah dan mencintai sesama.

A happy life is one spent in learning, earning, and yearning.

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new questions, then it is time to die.

Education is a private matter between the person and the world of knowledge and experience, and has little to do with school or college.

It's strange, to not be the youngest kind of adult anymore

I loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread. But that has not happened to me. My loves remain wine to me, yet I become too quickly bread to them.

It was so awful and weird. I could see all the things I had loved about him, I could see them, but I didn't love them anymore.

Usually a man in my life slows my work down, but it turns out two men give me fresh energy for the revision.

I'll miss them when they take flight. I won't be there. Their fast excited chatter, their wings finally spread wide, their feet tucking in behind them. Wheels up. I'll miss it. I'll be in class or at my desk or in bed when they cut across the sky.

It was strong, whatever was between us, thick, like the wet air and the smell of every green thing ready to bloom. Maybe it was just spring. Maybe that's all it was.

It's good to get whacked open at least once, though,' she says. 'You can't really love from inside a big, thick shell.

I try to write something new. It's bad and I stop after a few sentences. Even though I didn't feel it at the time, I got into a rhythm with the old novel. I knew those characters and how to write them. I heard their voices and I saw their gestures and anything else feels fake and stiff. I ache for them, people I also once felt were stiff and fake, but who now seem like the only people I could ever write about.