Quotes About Growth

Don't worry if your job is small and your rewards are few. Even the mighty Ironwood was once a nut, like you.

When removed from their kind, individual human beings can change in remarkable ways .

Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Yes! And what do all good stories do?" There are no takers. Neelay holds up his arms and extends his palms in the oddest gesture. In another moment, leaves will grow from his fingers. Birds will come and nest in them. "They kill you a little. They turn you into something you weren't.

The boy thinks: Something slow and purposeful wants to turn every human building into soil.

What we care for, we will grow to resemble. And what we resemble will hold us, when we are us no longer...

By the time an ash has made a baseball bat, a chestnut has made a dresser.

Now they need only learn what life wants from humans.

We'd drifted too far to rely on the old boyhood telepathy anymore.

Thank you, she says, following the ancient formula. For all these gifts that you have given. And still not knowing how to stop, she adds, We're sorry. We didn't know how hard it is for you to grow back.

But life is going someplace. It wants to know itself; it wants the power of choice. It wants solutions to problems that nothing alive yet knows how to solve, and it's willing to use even death to find them.

The solitary act of sitting over the page and waiting for her hand to move may be as close as she'll ever get to the enlightenment of plants.

The tree is saying things, in words before words. It says: Sun and water are questions endlessly worth answering. It says: A good answer must be reinvented many times, from scratch.

The secret of life; plants eat light and air and water, and the stored energy goes on to make and do all things.

great truth comes over him: Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.

When is the best time to plant a tree? Twenty years ago.

plants are willful and crafty and after something, just like people.

And what do all good stories do? They kill you a little. They turn you into something you weren't.

But the need for justice is like ownership or love. Feeding it only makes it grow.

People want to grow. Expand their empires. That's why they pay us every month. The place fills in. We make it a little bigger. There's no other way to run a world.

We are not born familiar. At best, familiar waits for us down the run of years. Familiar is what he can become to her only through life. But familiar to herself, already, looking on him.

The trees thicken like enchanted things. Chestnut is quick: By the time an ash has made a baseball bat, a chestnut has made a dresser. Bend over to look at a sapling, and it'll put your eye out.

The tree bulks out. Its bark spirals upward like Trajan's Column. Its scalloped leaves carry on turning sunlight into tissue. It more than abides; it flourishes, a globe of green health and vigor. And