#growing

In the boundaryless forests, there’re dancers of nude. Yet in the confines of pasture, there’s promise of food. On which is your side? Ô, but tarry and bide, ere you decide, in both do confide. ↗

— Roman Payne

#growing-up #life #poems #poetry #rhymes

In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#development #freedom #grass #grow #growing

That's how it started: a series of small hurts and excuses between two people that built up slowly, widening over time to form a vast and yawning divide. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#growing-apart #hurt #friendship

He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#humor #humor

I remembered learning from my favorite professor at Belmont to “surround yourself with people who are better than you,” and I was now living that mantra. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#good-people #growing-up #inspirational #learning #lessons

It's alright, just wait and see, your string of lights is still bright to me. Who you are is not where you've been. You're still an innocent. It's okay life is a tough crowd, 32 is still growing up now. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#bright #grow #growing-up #innocent #life

Despite the fact that I have no regrets about how things turned out in my life, I still can't help wanting to understand my intense relationship with Leo, as well as that turbulent time between adolescence and adulthood when everything feels raw and invigorating and scary-and why those feelings are all coming back to me now. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#endings #goodbyes #growing-up #relationships #understanding

Everyone always knows what they're doing," he says abruptly, still not looking up from his hands, the little plastic pot and the old tattoo and the new white dressing on his left wrist. "You know what you're doing, you got your work and your friends and everything and miserable headfucky little teenage girly boys think you're amazing and, I don't know, you might've saved my life, who knows? I might be dead if it weren't for you and Olly but people can't keep looking after me all the time cos that ain't healthy neither, that's just as bad as people not giving a fuck at all. And, like... I'm trying to sort my head out and be a proper grown-up and get my degree and go to work and look after them kids and make sure my dad ain't kicking my sister round the house like a football but it's just so hard all the time, and I know I ain't got no right to complain cos that's just life, ain't it? Everyone's the same, least I ain't got money worries or nothing. I just don't know what I'm doing, everything's too hard. I can try and try forever but I can't be good enough for no one so what the fuck's the point? ↗

— Richard Rider

#pip #life

I focused on the passing houses filled with couples who’d somehow survived this teenage craziness of ‘he likes her but she likes him and he likes somebody else, you just can’t win.’ How did they do it? How did they end up in their golden, warm and cozy living rooms with their 2.3 children and dogs and cats? Because getting from where I was to where they were seemed millions of light years away. ↗

— Sarah Strohmeyer

#love #romance #love

It's a shame for a woman's history to be all about men-first boys, then other boys, then men, men, men. It reminds me of the way our school history textbooks were all about wars and elections, one war after another, with the dull periods of peace skimmed over when they happened. ↗

— Elizabeth Kostova

#growing-up #history #men-and-women #men