#growing

It was such a strange tormenting feeling when your daemon was pulling at the link between you; part physical pain deep in the chest, part intense sadness and love. Everyone tested it when they were growing up: seeing how far they could pull apart, coming back with intense relief. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#growing-up #souls #love

It must be lovely to be grown up, Marilla, when just being treated as if you were is so nice...Well, anyway, when I grow up, I'm always going to talk to little girls as if they were, too, and I'll never laugh when they use big words. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#growing-up #love

We had so many dreams as children. Where do they go when we grow? Are they swallowed up by the mundane things of everyday life? Or do we lose them, leave them behind us in the dust, for new children to find and take up? ↗

— Helen Hollick

#growing-up #helen-hollick #dreams

The people they had been last summer, the person she had been--Dicey guessed she'd never be afraid again, not the way she had been all summer. She had taken care of them all, sometimes well, sometimes badly. And they had covered the distances. For most of the summer, they had been unattached. Nobody knew who they were or what they were doing. It didn't matter what they did, as long as they all stayed together. Dicey remembered that feeling, of having things pretty much her own way. And she remembered the feelings of danger. It was a little bit like being a wild animal, she thought to herself. Dicey missed that wildness. She knew she would never have it again. And she missed the sense of Dicey Tillerman against the whole world and doing all right. ↗

— Cynthia Voigt

#growing-up #introspective #poignant #change

Her stare fixed me. Without rancour and without regret; without triumph and without evil; as Desdemona once looked back on Venice. On the incomprehension, the baffled rage of Venice. I had taken myself to be in some way the traitor Iago punished, in an unwritten sixth act. Chained in hell. But I was also Venice; the state left behind; the thing journeyed from. ↗

— John Fowles

#distance #othello #outgrowing-others #personal-growth #reference-to-shakespeare

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem. Watch me burn. Love always, Charlotte ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#dreams #existence #goals #growing-up #inspiration

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly. ↗

— Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

#because #finds #growing #growing old #me

Sometimes I have wrinkles, in the morning. It depends on what kind of night that I had. I accept myself and the way that I am growing older. I have eye bags and some people have proposed to me to take them out but I said no. ↗

— Antonio Banderas

#am #bags #depends #eye #growing

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it. ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#beautiful #could #dear #enchanting #every

The art of living lies not in eliminating but in growing with troubles. ↗

— Bernard Baruch

#eliminating #growing #lies #living #troubles