One hopes, of course, that a relationship grows and becomes a deep and wonderful marriage and friendship that lasts forever. But that's not always the case.
I try to do everything for my son so that, when he grows up, he can say that he was proud of his father.
I become mad when I work. It's like a fever that grows; I don't need to choose just one thing.
As the internet of things grows, as we have sensors on everything: cars, fridges, TVs then data is going to become ubiquitous.
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
I lived on my own when I was living in New York City when I was 18, working on a show. And that definitely kind of grows you up a little faster than a normal 18-year-old in college, so I think so. I think I've got some street smarts.
It is the dissimilarities and inequalities among men which give rise to the notion of honor; as such differences become less, it grows feeble; and when they disappear, it will vanish too.
Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.
I think that every child grows up with the ideas that what we are given, is our society. Your education, and your mother and father, they tell you this is how it is, but then you hit adolescence and you think, 'Is it? Why? Why is it like that?' Sometimes that questioning leads to something more.
