The beauty of age is we grow, we learn. We have more wisdom.
You just grow up and learn to think instead of just feel.
It's such a trip how your body grows and changes, and at the end of the day, you have to wear what you are comfortable in and what you feel good in.
Souderton was a good town to grow up in. Everybody knew each other.
The detective story itself is in a dilemma. It is a vein which is in danger of being worked out, the demand is constant, the powers of supply variable, and the reader, with each one he absorbs, grows a little more sophisticated and harder to please, while the novelist, after each one he writes, becomes a little more exhausted.
And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.
I do certain things that, maybe, nobody else knows why I'm doing. But it's all - it all has to do with - to grow as an actor.
The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born under the yoke, and grows up beneath the oppressions of his age. He can only get a vision of the unselfish forces in the world by appealing to them, and every appeal is a call to arms. If he fights he must fight, not one man, but a conspiracy. He is always at war with a civilization. On his side is proverbial philosophy, a galaxy of invisible saints and sages, and the half-developed consciousness and professions of everybody. Against him is the world, and every selfish passion in his own heart.
I'd always wanted to grow my hair out. And now looking back on those photos I understand why I probably shouldn't have.
It's no good trying to keep up old friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.
Eponymous brands aren't that popular with analysts and investors now. You can only take an eponymous brand with a living figurehead so far, they argue. What happens when they grow old and die? What happens when they misbehave and go seriously off-brand?
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort.
When this awareness grows, dreaming stops, by and by. When this awareness grows, the wheel moves slower and slower, because there is no point. You never move, so what is the point of travelling the whole earth? You remain the same; then desires slow down. One day it happens: the wheel is as silent, as unmoving as the hub. That is the point when enlightenment happens.
Pride is a wound, and vanity is the scab on it. One's life picks at the scab to open the wound again and again. In men, it seldom heals and often grows septic.
Cunning grows in deceit at seeing itself discovered, and tries to deceive with truth itselft.
Look to the lilies how they grow!
Postpone joy, it will diminish. Postpone a problem, it will grow.
Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.