My gratitude to them [my first teachers] grows as I myself grow older.
People grow up by living.
Giving peace a chance only gives Saddam Hussein more time to prepare for war on his terms, at a time of his choosing, in pursuit of ambitions that will only grow as his power to achieve them grows.
If the spirit has passed through a great many sensations, possibly it can no longer be sated with them, but grows more excited, and demands more sensations, and stronger and stronger ones, until at length it falls exhausted.
Tolerance grows only when faith loses certainty; certainty is murderous.
Don't hang onto anything too tightly-all things must change and you have to allow room for them to grow and blossom.
Technology is something that grows and changes, and what I need to do is find out what it can do so it can do what I want it to do. And I want it to do whatever I want it to do really fast. And it's fantastic.
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.
It takes a person of great care and insight to watch for any abnormality in the green grass even while it grows abundantly and healthily.
Right and wrong becomes more difficult for each of us as we grow older, because the older we get the more we know personally about our own human frailties.
When your roots grow out and things go south, go back to the salon
The body is our primary feedback mechanism which can show us what is and isn't working about our ways of thinking, expressing, and living. As we live our truth more fully and freely, our body grows healthier, stronger, and more beautiful.
What really makes science grow is new ideas, including false ideas.
We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth. 'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.
Photography is a magic thing. A thing that has mysterious odors, a little strange and frightening, something one quickly grows to love.
The heart that is at rest grows and develops from anything.
Postpone joy, it will diminish. Postpone a problem, it will grow.
Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life.
I didn't know what hate felt like, not the hate that comes after love. It's huge and desperate and it longs to be proved wrong. And every day it's proved right it grows a little more monstrous. If the love was passion, the hate will be obsession. A need to see the once-loved weak and cowed beneath pity. Disgust is close and dignity is far away. The hate is not only for the once loved, it's for yourself too; how could you ever have loved this?
Yoga is a dance within…and then something inside you grows so big, it spills out like champagne, that’s when you dance on the outside.