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  • #1
    Anaïs Nin
    “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
    Anais Nin

  • #2
    John Keats
    “Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”
    John Keats, Letters of John Keats

  • #3
    Osip Mandelstam
    “My turn shall also come:
    I sense the spreading of a wing.”
    Osip Mandelstam, The Selected Poems

  • #4
    Daphne du Maurier
    “I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.”
    Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #5
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #6
    Hermann Hesse
    “I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.”
    Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend

  • #7
    Theodore Roethke
    “By daily dying, I have come to be.”
    Theodore Roethke, The Collected Poems

  • #8
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “I will come back to you, I swear I will;
    And you will know me still.
    I shall be only a little taller
    Than when I went.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems

  • #9
    Harold Brodkey
    “He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.”
    Harold Brodkey, First Love and Other Sorrows: Stories

  • #10
    Malcolm Lowry
    “Bad, or good, as it happens to be, that is what it is to exist! . . . It is as though I have been silent and fuddled with sleep all my life. In spite of all, I know now that at least it is better to go always towards the summer, towards those burning seas of light; to sit at night in the forecastle lost in an unfamiliar dream, when the spirit becomes filled with stars, instead of wounds, and good and compassionate and tender. To sail into an unknown spring, or receive one's baptism on storm's promontory, where the solitary albatross heels over in the gale, and at last come to land. To know the earth under one's foot and go, in wild delight, ways where there is water.”
    Malcolm Lowry, Ultramarine

  • #11
    George Eliot
    “We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.”
    George Eliot, The Lifted Veil

  • #12
    Robert Browning
    “What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew”
    Robert Browning, Jocoseria

  • #13
    John Updike
    “It comes to him: growth is betrayal. There is no other route. There is no arriving somewhere without leaving somewhere.”
    John Updike, Rabbit Redux

  • #14
    Charlotte M. Mason
    “Thought breeds thought; children familiar with great thoughts take as naturally to thinking for themselves as the well-nourished body takes to growing; and we must bear in mind that growth, physical, intellectual, moral, spiritual, is the sole end of education.”
    Charlotte Mason, The Original Home Schooling Series by Charlotte Mason

  • #15
    Sierra D. Waters
    “Today I wore a pair of faded old jeans and a plain grey baggy shirt. I hadn't even taken a shower, and I did not put on an ounce of makeup. I grabbed a worn out black oversized jacket to cover myself with even though it is warm outside. I have made conscious decisions lately to look like less of what I felt a male would want to see. I want to disappear.”
    Sierra D. Waters, Debbie.

  • #16
    “If you wish to make anything grow, you must understand it, and understand it in a very real sense. 'Green fingers' are a fact, and a mystery only to the unpracticed. But green fingers are the extensions of a verdant heart.”
    Russell Page, The Education of a Gardener

  • #17
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #18
    Joanna Russ
    “Minority art, vernacular art, is marginal art. Only on the margins does growth occur.”
    Joanna Russ

  • #19
    John Keats
    “The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
    John Keats

  • #20
    Gustave Flaubert
    “There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it”
    Gustave Flaubert

  • #21
    Charles Dickens
    “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #22
    Arnold Lobel
    “I am happy. I am very happy. This morning when I woke up I felt good because the sun was shining. I felt good because I was a frog. And I felt good because I have you as a friend. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think about how fine everything is.”
    Arnold Lobel, Days with Frog and Toad

  • #23
    Arnold Lobel
    “You can keep your willpower, Frog. I am going home to bake a cake.”
    Arnold Lobel, Frog and Toad Together

  • #24
    Charles Baudelaire
    Charles Baudelaire: Get Drunk
    One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing.

    But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.

    And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: 'It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose!'
    -- Charles Baudelaire, tr. Michael Hamburger
    Charles Baudelaire, Twenty Prose Poems

  • #25
    Anatole France
    “The wonder is, not that the field of stars is so vast, but that man has measured it.”
    Anatole France

  • #26
    Louise Glück
    “Of two sisters
    one is always the watcher,
    one the dancer.”
    Louise Glück, Descending Figure



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