Quotes About Development

But he was a happy and easygoing toddler. Now he moved unsteadily across the room, laughing. "Gay!" he chirped. "Gay!" It was the way he said his own name.

Because change begets change.

On the sixth day God saw He couldn't do it all, so He created ENGINEERS

One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.

Change is possible.' 'Change is inevitable.

Everybody has it wrong way round. Parents don't make children--children make parents. They shape our behavior from the first wail. Mold us into what they need. It can be a pretty rough process, too

to slide halfway to stupid and stop was rare indeed.

In my experience, milady, we can never get back to exactly where we started, no matter how hard we try.

Were you BORN inhuman or did you grow so by degrees?! MS, MD, PHD?

inside every senior tech officer was a junior tech officer who'd been on a short leash for a long time.

Of course, compared to Serg, Tien wasn't much worse than foolish and venal. But it was hard to watch. No nine-year-old should have to deal with something this vile, this close to his heart. What will it make him?" "Eventually . . . ten," the Count said. "You do what you have to do. You grow or go under. You have to believe he will grow.

Carry on. Remember, I want maximum inefficiency, incompetence, and error. On the Vervani channels, that is. You've worked with trainees, surely. Be creative.

Everybody has it wrong way round. Parents don't make children—children make parents. They shape our behavior from the first wail. Mold us into what they need. It can be a pretty rough process, too.

We have advanced to new and surprising levels of bafflement

Lois McMaster Bujold

all the wild ways he had shown me, mosses and rushes and heather, the home of the curlew and snipe, and the grazing grounds of the geese, all those enchanted fields and the magical willows lying under the edge of the bog, all were to be spoiled, hidden, sold and disenchanted by that terrible force named Progress.

At one time, Madison Street had been quietly residential, curving gently to a rural road below, but the city had reached out like a hungry blob of protoplasm and engulfed us.

You've got to continue to grow, or you're just like last night's corn bread-stale and dry.

I don't go back and look at my early work, because the last time I did, many years ago, it left me cringing. If one publishes, then one is creating a public record of Learning to Write.

I've accrued a kind of patience, I believe, loosely like change.

It reminded me of how children always thought too big; how the world tackled and chiseled them to keep them safe.

I realized that life was too short for anyone honestly and thoroughly to outgrow anything, but it was clear that some people were making more of an effort than others.

In this world you're either growing or you're dying so get in motion and grow.

Those who are nurtured best, survive best.