Quotes About Growth

exposure to a two-year-old boy was probably the best possible object lesson in the dangers of motherhood

That's how ye do it,' his brother Ian had told him... 'Ye find a way to live for that one more minute. And then another. And another... But after a time, ye find ye're in a different place than ye were. A different person than ye were. And then ye look about and see what's there with ye. Ye'll maybe find a use for yourself. That helps.

This is the grimoire of the witch, Geillis. It is a witch's name, and I take it for my own; what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become. And

Though I could wish your own limits went a bit further.

of spit-up milk, soft feces, and the ultimate

Diana Gabaldon

How old was Jem when he finally learned to tell jokes? You remember how he got the form of jokes but didn't really understand the idea of content?" "What's the difference between a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a button and a sock?" she mimicked, catching Jem's breathless excitement to a T. "A Ã¢â'¬Â¦ BUFFALO! HAHAHAHAHA!

the hardening spreads from the center, as one finds and fixes the facets of the soul, until "I am" is set, delicate and detailed as an insect in amber.

But places held tight to the things that had happened in them, and to come again to a place you had once lived was to be brought face-to-face with what you had done there and who you had been.

Still, I reflected, there was no way of imagining beforehand what having a child was like – no power of the mind was equal to the knowledge of just what the birth of a child could do, wresting lives and wrenching hearts.

what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget – and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.

You'll not know how it is, to live among strangers for so long." "Won't I?" I said, with some sharpness. He glanced up at me, startled, then smiled faintly, looking down at the coverlet. "Aye, maybe ye will," he said. "Ye change, no? Much as ye want to keep the memories of home, and who ye are—you're changed. Not one of the strangers; ye could never be that, even if ye wanted to. But different from who ye were, too.

he'd added more than twenty stones to each

Jamie had split the Ridge, and the fracture lines were spreading.

His half-visible presence reminded me faintly of Jamie; he was nearly as tall as his uncle, and very nearly as strong, though still lean and gangling with adolescence. We

Voir les années s'inscrire sur ton corps et ton visage me procure une joie immense, Sassenach : Parce qu'elles signifient que tu vis.

problematical real estate sold before some

I had turned the earth in my garden the day before, planting the winter seeds to sleep and swell, to dream their buried birth.

I don't know. She said you're born with the lines of your hand—with a life—but then the lines change, with the things you do, and the person you are.

Who makes a garden works with God.

Jem, for all that he was taller than his cousin, was still a boy—but Germain seemed to have made one of those mysterious leaps by which children somehow alter themselves within the space of a night and rise up as a different version of themselves. The Germain of this morning was not grown up, but you could see the nascent young man beginning to emerge through his soft, fair skin.

Now, I am not basically a nice person. I _am_ snice, arrogant, and short-tempered. I try to overcome these things, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

came a day when the food

You invent yourself," I said softly, to the shadows inside the hair that had fallen over my face. "You look at other women—or men; you try on their lives for size. You take what you can use, and you look inside yourself for what you can't find elsewhere. And always Ã¢â'¬Â¦ always Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you wonder if you're doing it right.