Quotes about Growth And Transition

Transformation is natural. None of us look the same as we did when we were babies, and when we are old, we'll look very different than we did when we were middle aged. Things that are healthy and alive change. The converse is also true: things that are dead do not change. A rock does not change because a rock is not alive.

As Garp put it, 'You only grow by coming to the end of something and by beginning something else.' Even if these so-called endings and beginnings are illusions.

I remember you as a little boy," she told me, not long ago, "but when I look at you now, I don't know who you are." I told her I occasionally had the same feeling about myself.

Life is a process of becoming. A combination of states we have to go through.

When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to. But when you grow up you take your place and you're your own size and shape. Things go out of you to others and come in from other people. It's worse, but it's much better too.

You don't seem like the same man." "I'm not. Maybe nobody is, for long.

You can never change where you come from, you can only change where you are going...

The truth is, it doesn't really matter who you used to be. It's all about who you are now.

Like it or not, the world evolves, priorities change and so do you.

The future is born, put the past in a casket

Less past, more future!

And although I'd always thought I would feel like an animal released from its cage when my student days were finished, I felt more like a bird that had been pushed from its nest and told it must fly.

Elke zomer worden de oude mensen kleiner terwijl de kinderen groter worden. Volgens Josh is er maar een bepaalde lengte beschikbaar op aarde en verwisselen de centimeters alleen van eigenaar.

While we must always begin from where we are, we need not stay where we are.

When an imago first pushes free of the budding chrysalis and unfolds its still-damp wings, anything, even something as ephermal as breath, can deform the final, glorious insect. A crass question now could crush this fragile new understanding. I asked anyway.