#grow

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#life #life

You said you want to became Hokage. I have become the Kazekage. If you are willing to bear the name Kage, you have to do what you must do. ↗

— Masashi Kishimoto

#life #manga #naruto #life

I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#growing-up #little-women #louisa-may-alcott #dreams

I think people understand things different when they get older. It’s not a question of getting soft, or seeing things in the gray areas instead of black and white. I really believe I’m just understanding things different. Better. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#dreams

Everything is created twice, first in the mind and then in reality. ↗

— Robin S. Sharma

#nature-of-reality #perception #spiritual-growth #truth #dreams

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple. ↗

— Aberjhani

#famous-quotations #grace #haiku #haikus #joy

I'm growing fonder of my staff; I'm growing dimmer in my eyes; I'm growing fainter in my laugh; I'm growing deeper in my sighs; I'm growing careless of my dress; I'm growing frugal of my gold; I'm growing wise; I'm growing--yes,-- I'm growing old. ↗

— John Godfrey Saxe

#growing-old #humor #old-age #age

Her childhood had been magical, hours spent in ecstatic loneliness in the apple orchard, dreaming of foreign lands and wild adventures.. Everything was new, down to bird song and grass blades. By the time she had reached adulthood, the town around her was like a grandmother who had used up all her stories and now simply rocked on the porch. The same flowers, the same streets, year after year. She longed for someone more exotic. A prince. A pirate. ↗

— Kathy Hepinstall

#growing-up #dreams

When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge made applicable to the present, and where visions shape the present into extraordinary possibilities for the future. ↗

— Aberjhani

#dreams #famous-authors #famous-poets #literacy #national-poetry-month

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#grown-up #wish #dreams