Love is a red rose; it grows and grows out of the turmoil of the time.
Love Poems: Love Conquers AllI’m so lowbrow that I don’t want to grow a unibrow, but I do want to grow a unicycle on my forehead.
Seriously delirious, but not at all seriousThe mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
Ed KochThe Blue Fairy: A lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face.
Pinocchio