Quotes About Growth

Thus the student leaves by the same door through which he entered, and is no different than before. Yet, having internalized all of his practices, he is totally changed.

Parenting is a learn-as-you-go profession.

The second month is baby's social debut—the coming out of herself. She opens up her hands to greet people. She opens her vision to widen her world and her mouth to smile and make more noise. The feeling of rightness and trust developed during the first month opens the door for baby's real personality to step out.

The gentle motion a baby experiences during babywearing stimulates the vestibular system, and scientists are finding that this stimulation helps babies breathe and grow better, regulates their physiology, and improves motor development. This is especially true for premature infants. Some babies recognize on their own that they need vestibular stimulation. When deprived of it, they often attempt to put themselves into motion and develop self-rocking behaviors.

Looking back on my life, I wish I'd stepped forward and made a fool of myself more often when I was younger -- because when you do, you find out you can do it.

Sweet are the uses of adversity.

"You have of late stood out against your brother, and he hath taken you newly into his grace; where it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself: it is needful that you frame the season for your own harvest

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

At Christmas I no more desire a roseThan wish a snow in May's newfangled mirth;But like of each thing that in season grows.

Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

A grievous burden was thy birth to me;Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.

He plough'd her, and she cropp'd.

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractic'd;Happy in this, she is not yet so oldBut she may learn.

And ruin'd love, when it is built anew,Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

Therefore think him as a serpent's eggWhich, hatch'd, would, as his kind, grow mischievous,And kill him in the shell.

And in such indexes, although small pricksTo their subsequent volumes, there is seenThe baby figure of the giant massOf things to come.

So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition;Two lovely berries molded on one stem.

[W]ell-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads...

What you doStill betters what is done.

She that herself will sliver and disbranchFrom her material sap, perforce must witherAnd come to deadly use.

Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners.