#grow

No novel is a clone of any preceding one, though with a background cast of characters and things that has grown to thousands, there are many familiar aspects. ↗

— Piers Anthony

#aspects #background #cast #characters #clone

These mountains appear to be almost entirely composed of stratas of rock of various colours (mostly red) and are partially covered with a dwarfish growth of pine and cedar, which are the only species of timber to be seen. ↗

— William Henry Ashley

#appear #cedar #colours #composed #covered

That's a problem. I mean, like any sort of growing startup organization, we are sort of overwhelmed by our growth. And that means we're getting enormous quantity of whistleblower disclosures of a very high caliber, but don't have enough people to actually process and vet this information. ↗

— Julian Assange

#any #caliber #disclosures #enormous #enough

The most fatal illusion is the narrow point of view. Since life is growth and motion, a fixed point of view kills anybody who has one. ↗

— Brooks Atkinson

#fatal #fixed #growth #illusion #kills

We thought we were running away from the grownups, and now we are the grownups. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#grownups #now #running #running away #thought

Growing up, my ideals were Barbra Streisand, Cher, and my mom. ↗

— Kevyn Aucoin

#barbra streisand #cher #growing #growing up #ideals

The rapid growth in many of our suburbs has spawned a booming construction industry eager to hire low wage immigrants who gladly fill these jobs, many of them happy to be paid in cash, free of federal and state taxes. ↗

— Spencer Bachus

#cash #construction #eager #federal #fill

My child, I know you're not a child But I still see you running wild Between those flowering trees. Your sparkling dreams, your silver laugh Your wishes to the stars above Are just my memories. And in your eyes the ocean And in your eyes the sea The waters frozen over With your longing to be free. Yesterday you'd awoken To a world incredibly old. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You had to kill this child, I know. To break the arrows and the bow To shed your skin and change. The trees are flowering no more There's blood upon the tiles floor This place is dark and strange. I see you standing in the storm Holding the curse of youth Each of you with your story Each of you with your truth. Some words will never be spoken Some stories will never be told. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. I didn't say the world was good. I hoped by now you understood Why I could never lie. I didn't promise you a thing. Don't ask my wintervoice for spring Just spread your wings and fly. Though in the hidden garden Down by the green green lane The plant of love grows next to The tree of hate and pain. So take my tears as a token. They'll keep you warm in the cold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You've lived too long among us To leave without a trace You've lived too short to understand A thing about this place. Some of you just sit there smoking And some are already sold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. This is the age you are broken or turned into gold. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#growing-up #innocence #poem #youth #age

I can't tell you how many people would say to me as a teenager, 'Why don't you grow up and start thinking about getting a real job?' ↗

— Rick Baker

#getting #grow #grow up #how #i

I didn't have to audition. That's common, but it had never happened to me before. Normally, I hate auditioning. I need to stew and think... let the character develop and grow inside me. ↗

— Casey Affleck

#auditioning #before #character #common #develop