This is all I have for now but I really like it.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one direction 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." Anais Nin