Quotes About Growth

a time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,

a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,

Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor.

Sorrow is better than laughter, for a sad countenance is good for the heart.

It is better to heed a wise manís rebuke than to listen to the song of fools.

The end of a matter is better than the beginning, and a patient spirit is better than a proud one.

Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is unwise of you to ask about this.

Wisdom, like an inheritance, is good, and it benefits those who see the sun.

If the axe is dull and the blade unsharpened, more strength must be exerted, but skill produces success.

Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My motherís sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.

The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.

For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”

Catch for us the foxes—the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—for our vineyards are in bloom.

You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.

I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

We have a little sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister on the day she is spoken for?

If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is afflicted.

For you will become like an oak whose leaves are withered, like a garden without water.

I will sing for my beloved a song of his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill.