If by growing up you mean allowing the adult within me to abandon the child within me, I have no interest in such a horrid proposition. If instead you mean to let each enhance the other at the exclusion of neither, I have every interest.

I think that one of the greatest achievements in becoming an adult is to carefully cultivate the child within us so that the adult that we are becoming is never given enough room to destroy us.

The art of becoming an adult is creating a place for child, for the former without the latter leaves us being less than half of what we could be and none of what we were supposed to be.

I’m not so sure that the adult within me teaches the child within me. Rather, I think that the child does most of the educating.

We simply relegate the child within us to some place where it will not interrupt adulthood. But do we not realize that it is the act of doing that that interrupts adulthood?

To abandon the child ‘within’ means that the adult ‘without’ will be an adult in name only. And frankly, I can only name a handful of things that are that tragic.

The adult within me would be much wiser to learn from the child within me rather than focus on the demand that the child within me grow up.

I want to have the eyes of an adult to see the world as it is, but I more desperately want to have the heart of a child to make certain that I never forget what it could be.

Be absolutely assured that we will die long before our own deaths if we ever allow the fear of adulthood to kill the wonder of childhood.