Quotes on Grows

Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

As evolutionary time is measured, we have only just turned up and have hardly had time to catch breath, still marveling at our thumbs, still learning to use the brand-new gift of language. Being so young, we can be excused all sorts of folly and can permit ourselves the hope that someday, as a species, we will begin to grow up.

An extra-terrestrial philosopher, who had watched a single youth up to the age of twenty-one and had never come across any other human being, might conclude that it is the nature of human beings to grow continually taller and wiser in an indefinite progress towards perfection; and this generalization would be just as well founded as the generalization which evolutionists base upon the previous history of this planet.

Everybody wants to live forever, but nobody wants to grow old.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; _x000D_ Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

The teacher is no longer merely the-one-who-teaches, but one who is him/herself taught in dialogue with the students, who in turn while being taught also teach. They become jointly responsible for a process in which all grow.

Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes. Silently and imperceptibly, as we wake or sleep, we grow strong or we grow weak, and at last some crisis shows us what we have become.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

It's like if you plant something in the concrete and if it grow and the rose petal got all kinds of scratches and marks, you ain't gonna say, 'Damn, look at all the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from the concrete.' You're gonna be like, 'Damn, a rose grew from the concrete?'

I detect more good than evil in humanity._x000D_ _x000D_ Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes,_x000D_ _x000D_ And men grow better as the world grows old.

In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

Ah, how skillful grows the hand_x000D_ _x000D_ That obeyeth Love's command!_x000D_ _x000D_ It is the heart, and not the brain,_x000D_ _x000D_ That to the highest doth attain,_x000D_ _x000D_ And he who followeth Love's behest_x000D_ _x000D_ Far excelleth all the rest!

I love you like a river that begins as a solitary trickle in the mountains and gradually grows and joins other rivers until, after a certain point, it can flow around any obstacle in order to get where it wants.

Beauty grows in you to the extent that love grows, because charity itself is the soul's beauty.

In a sense, knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows: for details are swallowed up in principles.

If there were only turnips and potatoes in the world, someone would complain that plants grow the wrong way.

Knowledge is a comfortable and necessary retreat and shelter for us in an advanced age; and if we do not plant it while young, it will give us no shade when we grow old.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose _x000D_ _x000D_ Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;_x000D_ _x000D_ But like of each thing that in season grows.