Quotes About Progression

Each of these moments was a pearl on a string, one prettier and more perfect than the next.

A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg.

Sow a thought, and you reap an act; Sow an act, and you reap a habit; Sow a habit, and you reap a character; Sow a character, and you reap a destiny.

Your own body becomes used as evidence that the walls of which you speak are not there or are no longer there; as if you have eliminated the walls through your own progression. You got through, so they are not there.

But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.

It was strange, telling the story from the beginning instead of catching someone up on only the latest awful chapter.

Something like living occurs, a movementOut of the dream into its codification.

The seasons are no longer what they once were, But it is the nature of things to be seen only once, As they happen along, bumping into other things, getting along Somehow.

If time is a line, it is a special one.

Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes. From all of Marxism, which I once thought attractive enough, I find only this dictum remaining in the realm of my opinions. Water grows colder and colder and colder, and suddenly it's ice. The day grows darker and darker, and suddenly it's night. Man ages and ages, and suddenly he's dead. Quantitative changes suddenly become qualitative changes; differences in degree lead to differences in kind.

Hey, I stopped smoking cigarettes. Isn't that something? I'm on to cigars now. I'm on to a five-year plan. I eliminated cigarettes, then I go to cigars, then I go to pipes, then I go to chewing tobacco, then I'm on to that nicotine gum

The four ages of man, as far as Williamson was concerned, were confusion, anger, complacency, and grumpiness, but it was important to embrace them in the right order. The

how the ruins of a Saxon settlement might provide the foundations for a Roman garrison, that garrison give way to a Norman fortress, the fortress to a medieval town

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees - As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

You know, I consistently change in my own life so the roles I'm suitable for also change, and that's a really nice thing about this profession.

Even a good self will create another good self in the next life, and another one, and that good self will never be enlightened. You'll be bound, life after life, by good karma.

Different times and different structures make more sense at one point in life than at another.

Every stage of human life, except the last, is marked out by certain and defined limits; old age alone has no precise and determinate boundary.

My days of being a full time wrestler are over. Nothing wrong with that, that's just the general progression of your career and your life.

The logarithms of life are written in increasingly small numerals...

dealing hands at high speed, blowing cigarette smoke at me, and engaging me in complicated conversations. Meanwhile, I was keeping track of the cards, calculating the percent advantage and my bet size, then playing out my hand using strategies that varied depending on the count. The key was to take it one step at a time, adding a new difficulty only after I became comfortable and relaxed with what I was already doing. What had seemed daunting finally became easy.

From the lowest animals of which we can affirm intelligence up to man this type of intellect is found.

In eternity, there is no 'time' for anything to begin or end, therefore, past, present, future represent a linear progression that goes nowhere.

even reluctant curiosity would give way to habit, and habit to dependency.