Quotes About Adaptation

I'm like those placid dogs a family buys when the dog they choose first is too high strung. I'm the pet's pet.

As Maya Angelou said, 'I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.

I'm mostly faking it, but I'm moving forward. That's what we're supposed to do, right? Nothing stays the same.

She breathed, she walked through her house and knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

Maybe this would be a good time to look in another direction and hum the Jeopardy! theme until the need passes.

I'm saying you're comfortable. That makes it hard to do the work that change requires.

Change always happens... We adjust to it. Somehow we figure out a way. We straighten what we can or learn how to like something a little crooked. That's how it is. Something breaks, you fix it as best you can. There's always a way to make something better, even if it means sweeping up the broken pieces and starting all over. That's how we keep moving, keep breathing, keep opening our eyes every morning, even when the only thing we know for sure is that we're still alive.

So she attended classes which were throughly altered now, as. if a water wash had brushed over everything, streaking lines, and pulling the color out. Grief turned out to be slow moving. Situations which at another time would be anxious-making were far less so now. What did anything matter? What could possibly be worrisome. She would therefore, have been less nervous than usual to walk with Mr. Tower to his car.

The world we made together is gone now. Silk and cinnamon do not bring it back to me as clearly as the smell of potatoes frying with onions, or the purr of a cat, or the feel of a knot beneath my fingers. And that in itself is proof of how the voyage changed me, who set out only wanting to see anything new and different.

You can not live at all if you do not learn to adapt yourself to your life as it happens to be.

Miss Frumkin rummaged through her bag looking for a spoon. She seemed to be aware that there was no spoon in the bag, but she insisted on rummaging anyway. Finding no spoon, she took out her toothbrush and began to eat the yogurt with the toothbrush. Miss O'Reilly laughed at her. Miss Frumkin didn't seem to mind. "They laughed at Bell and they laughed at Edison," she said, throwing the toothbrush into the wastebasket. She finished eating the yogurt with her fingers.

We are told we must choose — the old or the new. In fact, we must choose both. What is a life if not a series of negotiations between the old and the new? [ Speech upon being awarded the Friedenspreis des Deutschen Buchhandels (Peace Prize of the German Book Trade) , Frankfurt Book Fair, October 12, 2003]

what I write is smarter than I am. Because I can rewrite it.

I've become passive. I don't invent, I don't yearn. I manage, I cope.

In a time hollowed out by decorum, one must school oneself in spontaneity.

Perhaps the way one tells how alive a particular art form is, is by the latitude it gives for making mistakes in it and still being good.

life we can't control, she thought. We must accept the cork we are and stay afl, and bob gaily when we can. She

Upheaval was a fact of life. You could either be defeated by it or take advantage. Walking into one's so-called "destiny" was the ability to see disruptions not as obstacles, but as road signs, then follow them where they led.

The best way to keep from stumbling over the past was to move forward

Unexpected change is like a breath of fresh air -- a little brisk at first, but magic for the body and soul.

The business is in trouble again because of the modern world. People are watching nonsense on their phones and ordering books online. If that keeps up, places like this might cease to exist. Apparently, he did have some understanding of the difficulties her mother had been having. Dorothy's face drained of color. No, she said. Bookstores are magic.

Acting was all about making yourself feel things-love,rage,euphoria,agony. She had to unlearn those things now. She had to teach herself not to feel. Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.

But life had a way of interfering with one's plans. Things popped up unexpectedly, and suddenly a carefully plotted route had to be recalculated.

She had to teach herself not to feel. Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.