#growth

There are very few of us who remember the day, the moment, when our childhood ends. For most of us, the sun sets on our innocence gradually, sliding down over the western horizon like a toboggan run down over a long, steep slope. We are never really conscious of the moment we reach the bottom of the slope; we just know that one day we wake up and the toboggan ride is over. ↗

— Jennifer Wixson

#personal-growth #reflections #nature

Growth is limited by the necessity which is present in the least amount. And naturally, the least favorable condition controls the growth rate ↗

— Frank Herbert

#resource-economics #nature

HGH is Human Growth Hormone, a natural hormone produced in the pituitary gland of the brain. Is there any heavy drawbacks of HGH. ↗

— Alex

#human-growth #nature

Independence is like a flower that nurtures itself in the light of another. ↗

— Zephyr A. McIntyre

#personal-growth #philosophy #nature

Envy won't make you a better poet. ↗

— Katerina Stoykova Klemer

#envy #personal-growth #poetry #relationships #writing

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength. ↗

— Sigmund Freud

#re-growth #strength

Wide differences of opinion in matters of religious, political, and social belief must exist if conscience and intellect alike are not to be stunted, if there is to be room for healthy growth. ↗

— Theodore Roosevelt

#growth #tolerance #growth

Spiritual growth involves giving up the stories of your past so the universe can write a new one. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#pain #past #spiritual-growth #metaphysics

If pain doesn't lead to humility, you have wasted your suffering. ↗

— Katerina Stoykova Klemer

#pain #personal-development #personal-growth #suffering #humility

He had also been demonstrative and intelligent from the very beginning, his questions startlingly insightful. She would watch him absorb a new idea and wonder what effect it would have on him, because, with Edgar, EVERYTHING came out, eventually, somehow. But the PROCESS – how he put together a story about the world’s workings – that was mysterious beyond all ken. In a way, she thought, it was the only disappointing thing about having a child. She’d imagined he would stay transparent to her, more PART of her, for so much longer. But despite the proximity of the daily work, Edgar had ceased long before to be an open book. A friend, yes. A son she loved, yes. But when it came to knowing his thoughts, Edgar could be opaque as a rock. (295) ↗

— David Wroblewski

#development #distance #growth #insight #motherhood