Outgrow Relationship Quotes & Sayings

Letting go of the security of what is commonly understood requires a big leap of faith and a willingness to fall. — Henry Kimsey-House

Your outside is just what you live in, sleep in, and has little connection with who you are and even less with what you do. — William Faulkner

resacas have all gone dry. The entire earth, it seems, is being slowly transformed into — Philipp Meyer

Change is uncomfortable. And heading out into unfamiliar terrain is risky. Far too many crave comfort and security. And so they lead a limited existence within the safe confines of their velvety prisons. — Mani S. Sivasubramanian

I want my models to be bigger, stronger and taller than common mortals. I need superwomen and supermen. — Thierry Mugler

I think food trucks are the new answer to American fast food. The idea of raising two or three million dollars and going through red tape to open a restaurant, there's lots of barriers to success. There's a really easy jumping place for food trucks. It's very hip and acceptable for new chefs to open a food truck first. — Tyler Florence

Technology evolves so much faster than wisdom. — Jennifer Stone

If you ignore the murdering and the conniving, Francis Underwood is an effective politician. — Kevin Spacey

What is it about the relationship of a mother that can heal or hurt us? Her womb is the first landscape we inhabit. It is here we learn to respond - to move, to listen, to be nourished and grow. In her body we grow to be human as our tails disappear and our gills turn to lungs. Our maternal environment is perfectly safe - dark, warm, and wet. It is a residency inside the Feminine.
When we outgrow our mother's body, our cramps become her own. We move. She labors. Our body turns upside down in hers as we journey through the birth canal. She pushes in pain. We emerge, a head. She pushes one more time, and we slide out like a fish. Slapped on the back by the doctor, we breath. The umbilical cord is cut - not at our request. Separation is immediate. A mother reclaims her body, for her own life. Not ours. Minutes old, our first death is our own birth. — Terry Tempest Williams