“One withers, another grows.”

“Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.”

“I admit," Morgan said with another withering look, "it's no donut.”

“Only pain makes it grow stronger. One sorrow makes it kind. Contentment makes it wither, and joy seems to build walls around it. The heart is perverse, and it is cruel. I hate the heart and seems to hate me.”

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”

“In all your dealings with one another, speak the truth in love, that you may grow up.”