Quotes About Growth

Life is full of messes. Your mistakes aren't bigger than anyone else's.

A new thing is good, though it be a sore place.

Long ago Corolla told me that it's not what happens to us that matters most, but how we can learn to carry it.

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning," I said. "And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

Getting your heart broken is the privilege of being human, Eden used to say. I didn't know what

It may be the luckiest and purest thing of all to see time sharpen to a single point. To feel the world rise up and shake you hard, insisting that you rise, too, somehow. Some way. That you come awake and stretch, painfully. That you change, completely and irrevocably—with whatever means are at your disposal—into the person you were always meant to be.

I was thinking about how I had struggled and strained for years, as Karen had, and toward things that were disastrous for me. And maybe that was unavoidable. The pilgrims and the lost often did look the same, as Denys had once told me. And it was possible everyone ended up in the same place no matter which path we took or how often we fell to our knees, undoubtedly wiser for all of it.

More than anyone I'd known, Denys understood how nothing ever holds still for us, or should. The trick is learning to take things as they come and fully, too, with no resistance or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend.

And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

Avea o busola care nu dadea gres si un fel de a privi totul de parca stia ca nimic nu ravea sa mai fie vreodata exact la fel. Mai mult decat oricine altcineva, Denys intelegea ca nimic nu ramane in loc pentru noi, ori ca n-ar trebui sa ramana. Secretul e sa iei lucrurile asa cum vin si sa le accepti intru totul, fara sa te opui sau sa-ti fie frica, fara sa le tii prea strans sau sa le indoi.

We each have to make our choices, and then find a way to live with them. And if we can't, well, then, that's when we know something has to change.

Life is change, Anna. We don't get to keep each other.

Adults must aim to diminish their egocentric and authoritarian attitude toward the child and adopt a passive attitude in order to aid in his devleopment.

The small child walks to develop his powers, he is building up his being. He goes slowly. He has neither rhythmic step nor goal. But things around him allure him and urge him forward.

How are we to help? We need to become aware of all the ways in which we hold the child back from becoming a fully functioning human being: the sink and counter that she cannot reach, the mirror that is too high for her to see herself, the chair that is too big for her to sit comfortably in...the pants that are too tight for her to pull up and down...

Practical-life activities keep fifteen-month-olds at the leading edge of their skill development, building their intelligence, deepening their concentration, and giving them a new appreciation of their expanding capabilities. In

He is exiled in a school where to often his capacity for constructive growth and self realization is repressed.

She is happy because her opportunities for learning match her abilities.

Lookin' at ye is like baskin' in the summer sun after a long, cold winter. 'Tis like seein' home after a battle that's left ye empty and alone." He kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyes. "I dinna' know how 'tis possible, but each time I see ye, ye grow more beautiful to me.

To find one's way anywhere one has to find one's door, just like Alice, you see. You take too much of one thing and you get too big, then you take too much of another and you get too small. You've got to find your own doorway into things.

Every change is a form of liberation. My mother used to say a change is always good even if it's for the worse.

It turns out that playing it safe, at least in matters of the heart, is the most dangerous thing you can do. By that route, you become a butterfly pinned to the wall, with wonderful colors and all kinds of potential but going nowhere. Your wings are clipped. To really fly you must claim the courage to live out of your real self, the one God called into being.

If you want to know real joy in life, then be willing to let pain tutor your soul.

Love anything . . . and your heart will be wrung. The more you succeed at love—the more you will have to lose. But honestly, would playing it safe and hedging your bets take you any place you really wanted to be? And as painful as love can be, could wisdom be won by any other means?