Quotes About Growth

I do sincerely trust that the benediction that is always awaiting me in my garden may by degrees be more deserved, and that I may grow in grace, and patience, and cheerfulness, just like the happy flowers I so much love.

for there must be, he reflected, a good deal more in her than he had supposed, for Lady Caroline to have become so intimate with her and so affectionate. And the more he treated her as though she were really very nice, the more Lotty expanded and became really very nice, and the more he, affected in his turn, became really very nice himself; so that they went round and round, not in a vicious but in a highly virtuous circle.

May 2nd.—Last night after dinner, when we were in the garden, I said, I want to be alone for a whole summer, and get to the very dregs of life. I want to be as idle as I can, so that my soul may have time to grow. Nobody shall be invited to stay with me, and if any one calls they will be told that I am out, or away, or sick.

If one could only get hold of the children! I sighed, as I went up the steps into the schoolhouse; catch them young, and put them in a garden, with no older people of their own class for ever teaching them by example what is ugly, and unworthy, and gross.

those future marigolds, shadowy as they are, and whose seeds are still sleeping at the seedman´s, have shone through my winter days like golden lamps.

the teeming plant life rejoices on the lawns free from all interference from men and hoes;

When you fight back and win, even in small battles, it makes a difference in who you become. You're better for it. That's what persistence is about. It's a ferocious optimism.

I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can't believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant . But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.

A part of me will always be unflyable, stuck in the climb.

Into every sunny life a little rain must fall.

At long last, I had found myself vulnerable to the worst of New York City, because at 44 my life was not so different from the way it was at 24.

Negaliu pak?sti minties, kad asmenyb?s raid? ir vis? individuali? savybi? rinkin? galima paaiškinti paprastai tokie buvo laikai.

All I would like in my life, what I wish for so very much is to someday… become one of those people who is better than the worst thing that happens to her.

People don't need to be forced to grow. All we need is favorable circumstances: respect, love, honesty, and the space to explore.

As you heal, you see yourself more realistically. You accept that you are a person with strengths and weaknesses. You make the changes you can in your life and let go of the things that aren't in your power to change. You learn that every part of you is valuable. And you realize that all of your thoughts and feelings are important, even when they're painful or difficult.

This choreography of ruin, the world breaking like glass under a microscope, the way it doesn't crack all at once, but spreads out from the damaged cavities. Still for a moment it all recedes. The backyard potatoes swell quietly buried beneath their canopy of leaves. The wind rubs its hands through the trees.

You come from the country?" "You know that." "No," said Theron. "I thought you'd sprung full-grown from the University clock tower.

If you're treading quicksand in the swamp of what-might- have-been, you can be sure that's the message your child gets. You're a rare person if being constantly reminded of your shortcomings spurs you to improve. For the rest of us, it's a self-esteem squasher. Time to grab for that overhead vine and realize that only a pencil dot separates "bitter" and "better.

Think of it as affirmative brainwashing. The more you articulate your child's strengths and gifts, the more both of you grow to believe it.

I've managed to stay in a perpetual state of learning only by maintaining what I think of as a posture of ignorant humility.

But a berry that ripens on the shelf will never taste as good as a berry that ripens in the sun. Fruit picked from your backyard will be harvested at its peak: sweet, soft, and bursting with flavor.

On the fine, bright morning in early May when the whole sensational affair of the Gwytherin relics may properly be considered to have begun, Brother Cadfael had been up long before Prime, pricking out cabbage seedlings before the day was aired, and his thoughts were all on birth, growth and fertility, not at all on graves and reliquaries and violent deaths, whether of saints, sinners or ordinary decent, fallible men like himself.

I think truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light." "And there is nothing we can do to hasten it," said Pernel, and heaved a resigned sigh. "At present, nothing but wait." "And pray, perhaps?" she said.

Well, you can fairly claim the day hasn't been wasted,' owned Cadfael generously, 'if something's been learned.