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Growth for the sake of growth is a cancerous madness.
— Growth
Growth for the sake of growth is a cancerous madness.
Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.
In the garden, growth has it seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again.
Yes! There will be growth in the spring!
You cannot force ideas. Successful ideas are the result of slow growth. Ideas do not reach perfection in a day, no matter how much study is put upon them.
Anyone who believes exponential growth can go on forever in a finite world is either a madman or an economist.
A life of love is one of continual growth, where the doors and windows of experience are always open to the wonder and magic that life offers. To love is to risk living fully.
Growth is an erratic forward movement: two steps forward, one step back. Remember that and be very gentle with yourself.
The growth of one blesses all. I am committed to grow in love. All that I touch, I leave in love. I move through this world consciously and creatively.
Self growth is tender; it's holy ground. There's no higher investment.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Growth is just awareness of more and more.
Many a genius has been slow of growth. Oaks that flourish for a thousand years do not spring up into beauty like a reed.
Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
People find it easy to justify their frustration in the struggle to manipulate others, but find it hard to justify the struggle for their own growth.
Having a sincere desire to want growth does not mean at that point you are committing yourself to growth.
You will either step forward into growth, or you will step back into safety.
Growth is the only evidence of life.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
Later in the afternoon I took a walk to the grocery store, wondering what might cause a woman to grow to such proportions. I think it must be terribly lonely stand seventy-five feet tall. You'dhave no irvacy and every bowel movement would evacuate entire cities. What would you eat? A roast chicken would be the size of a peanut. You might put away five dozen but leave with the feeling you were only snacking.
Gardener, for telling me these news of woe,Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
"Ay," quoth my uncle Gloucester,Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
O, my lord,The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
I held it truth, with him who singsOf their dead selves to higher things.
The great world's altar stairsThat slope through darkness up to God.
Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind; how the observation of last year seems childish, superficial; how this year — even this week — even with this new phrase — it seems to us that we have grown to a new maturity. It may be a fallacious persuasion, but at least it is stimulating, and so long as it persists, one does not stagnate.
Teach me, by this stupendous scaffolding,Creation's golden steps, to climb to Thee.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,Lead gradual.
Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked.
The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.
It is not growing like a treeIt was the plant and flower of Light.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past, To something nobler we attain.
Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
And so all growth that is not towards GodIs growing to decay.
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into shape.
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catchTill the white-wing'd reapers come.
And that unless above himself he canErect himself, how poor a thing is man.
