#growing

Life isn't a lazy cruise on some endless, calm and temperate sea. Life is a raging ocean with swells and tidal waves that wreck and sink your boat. Life is a series of storms―overcast skies, fierce winds, and pelting rain. You were meant to be immersed in it all―first to float, then swim, and eventually to walk on water. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#growing #growth #hardships #learning #life

A lot of childhood effort, worry, and whispering goes into cracking the codes of adult life. Children have to be accomplished spies. ↗

— Vera B. Williams

#growing-up #life

His sixth year, it seemed to him, had lasted a remarkably long time and there were points at which he frankly wondered whether he would ever turn seven. But now it was the night before his birthday, and barring some cosmic disaster, the advent of some unexpected black hole into which the earth might be sucked, with the attendant reversal or suspension of time, in very few hours he would be waking up to a world in which he was numbered among the seven-year-olds. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#life

The youthful body untouched decays the fastest, for no living hands record its splendor; and here youth and time are wasted. ↗

— Roman Payne

#aging #growing-old #life #payne #time

Du kannst nicht viel von deiner Mutter lernen. Aber das kannst du von deiner Mutter lernen. Erstens, man kann über alles reden. Und zweitens, was die Leute denken, ist scheißegal. ↗

— Wolfgang Herrndorf

#life #mothers #tschick #life

This is growing up, having to stomp out love, this is how people turn terrible. ↗

— Michelle Tea

#love

It wasn't until we dropped him at his university dormitory and left him there looking touchingly lost and bewildered amid an assortment of cardboard boxes and suitcases in a spartan room not unlike a prison cell that it really hit home that he was vanishing out of our lives and into his own. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#growing-up #love #parenthood #love

The boy and the man must be raised to see the possibility of self worth, then meet a few others who provide the vision of a road toward it, then spend a lifetime pursing that worth through action and relationship. One of the great tragedies in human life is to be born a male and not be guided toward the value of a man. ↗

— Michael Gurian

#manhood #self-worth #life

And what other kind of man would you want leading you into battle?” he says, reading my Noise. “What other kind of man is suitable for war?” A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. “Wrong,” says the Mayor. “It’s war that makes us men in the first place. Until there’s war, we are only children.” Another blast of the horn comes roaring down at us, so loud it nearly takes our heads off and it puts the army off its stride for a second or two. We look up the road to the bottom of the hill. We see Spackle torches gathering there to meet us. “Ready to grow up, Todd?” the Mayor asks. ↗

— Patrick Ness

#war #men

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#growing-up #narrow-mindedness #open-mindedness #wonder #kids