Quotes About Growth

I just couldn't do it- break all the rules. Blow everything up. The world doesn't end, Bree said quietly. Amazing, but it really doesn't.

her. After graduation she had worked for six months at the telephone company, a job she'd not enjoyed

car. Remembering her kneeling the dirt, planting morning glory seeds.

Grown now, he stood in a train station or on the sidewalk beneath fluttering leaves or strode across a street. He paused in front of shop windows, or reached into his pocket for a ticket, or shaded his eyes against the sun. He'd grown from her body and now, astonishingly, he moved through the world without her. She

dirt, but the machine began to make

We were innocent once. How could it have gone so bad?

You think my kids just popped out of the ground?

She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.

But the same things that had once attracted menow left me with a mild sense of unease. Ivy would say I was getting smarter, but I just felt…empty.

But a pawn could become a queen if she reached the end and came back again.

Small steps could make large journeys, if admittedly very slow ones.

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

You're big enough to bite now, mosquito, so shut up.

HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don't know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.

If you do it once, it's a mistake. If you do it twice, it's not a mistake anymore.

What do you want me to do? Marry you? People grow up! Move away! I'm going to college, not the moon!

I don't want easy anymore. It's worthless and the shine doesn't last.

Sometimes it takes a two-by-four across your head to realize what you want isn't what you'll end up with if you get it.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust." His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. "It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.

I wanted to make decisions on who I loved by who completed me, made me feel good about myself. Who I could love freely and help make a better person by just being there.

I don't want easy anymore. It's worthless and the shine doesn't last. But you already knew that.

Bowing my head, I took it - I didn't fight it, I took it - accepting it with a feeling of inevitability. It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn't be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with.

He cupped my jaw with his hand. It was warm, and I didn't pull away. And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust. His faultless blue eyes never blinked, and I held my breath. It can be beautiful, Rachel, when there is trust and love. No one is bound. No one loses his or her will. No one becomes less. Both become more than they can be alone. But it is so rare, so beautiful when it happens.

I can't do easy anymore. It's too hard on my soul.