Quotes About Growth

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be; one of them, a seventeen-year old, presents little threat, although it would be of some interest to me to know again what it feels like to sit on a river levee drinking vodka-and-orange-juice and listening to Les Paul and Mary Ford and their echoes.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.

people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

Above all, she is the girl who 'feels' things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young.

la historia de un hombre que regresa a un lugar que amó y se encuentra a las tres de la madrugada haciendo frente al conocimiento de que él ya no es la persona que amó ese lugar y ya no volverá a ser nunca la persona que había querido ser.

I have already lost touch with a couple people I used to be.

All I mean is that I was very young in New York, and that at some point the golden rhythm was broken, and I am not that young any more.

All I knew then was what I wasn't, and it took me some years to discover what I was.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4AM of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed.

Why is current industry profitability what it is? What's propping it up? What's changing? How is profitability likely to shift? What limiting factors must be overcome to capture more of the value you create?

we live blindly. We repeat the same mistakes by rote until an emotional punch to the gut brings us up short. ...Sometimes it requires intense pain before we can take a good hard look at ourselves, before we ask the important questions. ... Who am I? What is important? What do I believe? What do I want?

It seems to me that life circles and circles, and hopefully leads to one's own center, where things become clear. Do you not think that we recycle behaviors that do not always bring us happiness?

Fear's a box we grow used to, convince ourselves it's all the space we need, that we like its color, its smell, its protection. Comes a time to stop hiding, stop being afraid. If we don't break free of our boxes, our spirits' shrink, we shrink in every way imaginable. Oh, Grace, my friend, don't let fear, especially someone else's fear, prevent you from living your life.

What would you say you've taken away from all this? ... That running away solves nothing? That my desperate need for a man to fill my life, to make me feel whole, blinded me to what's important? ...

Obviously, I had talked too much, recounted too long a list. By that gauge, the years since puberty were peaks and valleys and stretches of incoherent landscape.

There was more to be said for the power of regret than was often said.

That was the way to start, he knew: with unsureness. Only when the mind cracked open its own worldly certainties could a glimpse of light appear.

There was nothing to do but venture forth, in search of the person I might become. At

Minority art, vernacular art, is marginal art. Only on the margins does growth occur.

I feel at the moment I can't complete, that I've become smug and pissy and I Haven't a sense of Humor.

This is awful," Sally said. "Why should it be so painful?" "Because you don't realize how important your human landscape is until bits drop away." He gripped her hand. "It's worse when you get older. In your twenties, you never think—

Being mature isn't what it's cracked up to be.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

Like a flower she grows towards the light, without thinking or examining the process which moves her to do so. I wish I could do the same.