#rowing

Her childhood had been magical, hours spent in ecstatic loneliness in the apple orchard, dreaming of foreign lands and wild adventures.. Everything was new, down to bird song and grass blades. By the time she had reached adulthood, the town around her was like a grandmother who had used up all her stories and now simply rocked on the porch. The same flowers, the same streets, year after year. She longed for someone more exotic. A prince. A pirate. ↗

— Kathy Hepinstall

#growing-up #dreams

To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood's limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress-this will happen, mark me. Childhood's end. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#growing-up #death

Sometimes the comfort of being in a relationship lulls you into mundane complacency; you become irrelevant in each other’s lives. We call this phenomenon 'growing apart'. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#inspirational #life #love #marriage #relationship

Learning is one letter short of maturity. ↗

— Eddie Mhone

#growing-up #experience

It would be inappropiate, undignified, at 38, to conduct friendships or love affairs with the ardour or intensity of a 22 year old. Falling in love like that? Writing poetry? Crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photobooths? Taking a whole day to make a compilation tape? Asking people if they wanted to share your bed, just for company? If you quoted Bob Dylan or TS Eliot or, god forbid, Brecht at someone these days they would smile politely and step quietly backwards, and who would blame them? Ridiculous, at 38, to expect a song or book or film to change your life. ↗

— David Nicholls

#growing-up #music #change

Sometimes in storm weather the shore had fluttered with disabled swallows. They crouched lower for his approach, without strength to escape. In his hands they pulsed with that same pulse. He had taken a bird and warmed it between his hands or inside his jacket, brought the life back until it was able to fly. Sometimes, released from his hands, they circled once around him before flying away; in gratitude, or so the child had believed--and the belief had survived all the man's science. ↗

— Barry Unsworth

#growing-up #reason #faith

Look forward to the wonderment of growing up, raising a family and driving by the gas station where the popular kids now work. ↗

— Tim Dorsey

#growing-up #popularity-tim-dorsey #family

I look in the mirror through the eyes of the child that was me. ↗

— Judy Collins

#forgiveness #growing #hope #learning #love