grows

Love has something to do with recognition, We can be fascinated by the unknown, we can be attracted by it, but love is something that grows, slowly, in an atmosphere of trust.

Do you have a personal mantra? Mine comes from a childhood song. "Wherever I go the grass grows greener.

Stop listening to fairy that money grows on the tree

Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

Doubt grows with knowledge.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

My reputation grows with every failure.

I am the dust and dirt from which this earth grows.

Any story worth telling has been embellished a little bit, Skyco, but the best stories are born from an honest seed that simply grows a little in the retelling of it.