Quotes About Growth

I've finally come to fully understand that you can't fix another person. You can't fix the past. You can only change your way of reacting to it. You have to wait for other people to fix themselves.

World don't turn backward. Turns forward. Future belongs to the man that faces hisself straight on.

gave in and let the tears happen. A good rain smooths out the soil, Wilda Culp used to say. I needed a good rain.

Now that I'm twelve, I don't believe in the rougarou and the buggerman and Mad Captain Jack of the river pirates.

Just because we're not always happy with what's true doesn't mean we shouldn't know it. It's how we learn. It's how we do better in the future.

Perhaps this rebirth from one thing to another happens repeatedly in a lifetime. Maybe life is a series of little deaths and rebirths, of passages and rites of passage, of God teaching you to stop clinging to one thing so you can reach for another. A death grip doesn't reach very well.

the past travels with you. It's whether you run from it or learn from it that makes all the difference.

Maybe life is a series of little deaths and rebirths, of passages and rites of passage, of God teaching you to stop clinging to one thing so you can reach for another.

It's history," I pointed out. "I'm trying to impress upon my students that everyone has history. Just because we're not always happy with what's true doesn't mean we shouldn't know it. It's how we learn. It's how we do better in the future. Hopefully, anyway

When the negative comes against her, she must B-E-A-T. Be, expand, arise, triumph. Be all that she was designed to be. Expand her vision of what is possible. Arise from every challenge stronger than before. Triumph over her own insecurity. This is what I always told my students.

Tightening my fingers, I held on. "Honey, the farther you go in life, the more you realize that most people aren't trying to hurt anybody. They're just trying to . . . get by. People don't always make the right decisions—even the people we love. I know Jake loves us. He's just trying to . . . find his way right now.

so many of the things we struggle with as human beings are not unique to our generation. There are lessons to be learned from those who've wandered these paths before us.

The trick," she says, "is to find a new dream for the next part of your life. Then empty nest becomes a beginning, not an ending.

intimately close as if she plans to impart a secret. "A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things.

were the times when the roses grew wild.

I wished it were that simple... just read a map and suddenly we would know where we were meant to end up and how to get there. But growing up is never that easy, no matter what age you are.

Is survival sometimes about death and rebirth? Egg to caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly? Is this, this ending of our family as I know it, not the death season but the birth of the butterfly season?

In a few years, she would realize that there was nothing she could do to change the world around her, to repair the people she needed most. The missing pieces were out of reach of her tiny hands, the broken places not hers to mend. In my adult mind I understood that, but deep inside me there would always be the girl who wondered if she could have fixed things.

It's funny how mistakes are so much clearer after you've already made them.

rivers. We are born somewhere small and quiet and we move toward a place we cannot see, but only imagine. Along our journey, people and events flow into us, and we are created of everywhere and everyone we have passed.

Indian wisdom says our lives are rivers. We are born somewhere small and quiet and we move toward a place we cannot see, but only imagine. Along our journey, people and events flow into us, and we are created of everywhere and everyone we have passed.

The trick," she says, "is to find a new dream for the next part of your life. Then empty nest becomes a beginning, not an ending." "I know." I try to shift her off the subject.

You're not the powerless, scared little girl anymore, I told myself. Nobody's going to whip you with a dowel rod and put you in your room. It's time to grow a backbone.

May turns to me with purpose, stretches intimately close as if she plans to impart a secret. "A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her OWN music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things.