Quotes About Growth

Garden work clears the mind.

The almond blossom from the tree has gone, to be replaced by new green shoots. It smells of spring, and mown grass, and tilled earth from the fields beyond. Now is the month of Germinal in the Republican calendar: the month of hyacinth, and bees, and violet, and primrose. It is also the windy month; the month of new beginnings, and I have never felt it so strongly as I feel it now: that sense of possibility; that irresistible lightness.

Most adults assume that the feelings of adolescence don't count, somehow, and that those searing passions of rage and hate and embarrassment and horror and hopeless, abject love are something your grow out of, something hormonal, a practice run for the Real Thing. It wasn't. At 13 *everything* counts; there are sharp edges on everything, and all of them cut.

Weeds and wheat cannot grow peacefully together. Any gardener could tell you the same thing.

Weed and wheat cannot grow together in peace.

At17, balanced on that precarious walkway between adolescence and adulthood, the world is a crazy obstacle course paved one day with broken glass, the next with apple blossom.

Pensate all'immagine che da una lastra fotografica si trasferisce sulla carta, diventando sempre più scura, da bianca all'oro più pallido, da ambra a seppia. Immaginate la luna mentre gira lentamente il profilo sottile fino a diventare piena, trascinando con sè le maree. Immaginate la crisalide quando schiude la bara dura della larva e mostra le ali al sole. L'insetto perfetto piange il bruco che un tempo è stato? E se ne ricorda?

The road to adulthood is filled with contradictions, and I was still young enough to half believe the lies with which that road is paved.

Bet mano pasaulis yra ?ia. Galb?t jis ir mažas, ta?iau net šimt? met? gyvendamas aš neišsemsiu visos jo begalin?s ?vairov?s.

they move them from a crib to a bed. It just seems that a bed should

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

You can't look back - you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.

Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up.

Some lessons can't be taught, they simply have to be learned.

Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. Only one thing about change remains constant...it is always painful

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded

I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.

What if it turns out that a life isn't defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you've lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?

They say that there are moments that open up your life like a walnut cracked, that change your point of view so that you never look at things the same way again.

I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them. Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.

Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.

Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.