A Quote by Lissa Rankin

When your life falls apart, you either grow, or you grow a tumor. — © Lissa Rankin
When your life falls apart, you either grow, or you grow a tumor.
I just believe that you have to allow each other to grow in the way you're meant to grow and not be afraid of losing that person, because if you grow apart, then you grow apart, and that's the way it was meant to be.
I need to tell a story. It's an obsession. Each story is a seed inside of me that starts to grow and grow, like a tumor, and I have to deal with it sooner or later.
I want to grow. I want to be better. You Grow. We all grow. We're made to grow.You either evolve or you disappear.
As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there's dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical.
A relationship is like life. It isn't a process of preservation, but of change and growth. Unless you grow and change together, you will change ... and grow apart.
If you allow one little sin to creep into your life, and think it doesn't matter, it will grow and grow until it affects your whole spiritual life, deflecting you from your primary aim of serving God.
We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in the darkness.
Two people in a relationship either grow together or apart over time.
Grow a leader-grow the organization. A company cannot grow without until its leaders grow within.
There comes a crossroads in every marriage where you grow together or grow apart. I outgrew Len. He wanted me to be in that leather jumpsuit for the rest of my life and do nothing else. He constrained me. It got to a point where the marriage died or I did.
How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.
I can't express anger. I grow a tumor instead.
I don't get depressed; I grow a tumor instead.
Your fans grow as you grow, it's best you grow together.
Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.
My mum was a fixed point in my universe who was never going to grow old or die; she was always going to be there. And when she got sick, I was on the road all the time, I wasn't at home much, there was a lot of pressure. It was an awful time, and when she died, it was like your world falls apart.
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