#grows

Whoever grows angry amid troubles applies a drug worse than the disease and is a physician unskilled about misfortunes. ↗

— Sophocles

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It is a beneficent incident of the ownership of land that a pioneer who reduces it to use, and helps to lay the foundations of a new State, finds a profit in the increasing value of land as the new State grows up. ↗

— William Graham Sumner

#finds #foundations #grows #helps #incident

It's just a fact of life. Everybody grows up and goes through changes, and our audience has seen it all. ↗

— Brian Austin Green

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Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. ↗

— John Steinbeck

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As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#life #literature #more #terrible

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. ↗

— Thomas Paine

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A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. ↗

— Washington Irving

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There's a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it. ↗

— Betty Smith

#beauty

Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn. Prairie was lovely and Shenandoah had a beautiful sound but you couldn't fit those words into Brooklyn. Serene was the only word for it especially on a Saturday afternoon in summer. ↗

— Betty Smith

#opening-lines #beauty

My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance, and in inverse proportion to my expectations. ↗

— Michael J. Fox

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