Quotes About Adaptation

If you cannot change the kings," the Sufis argued, "then change yourself.

The Prophet himself sometimes openly suppressed or negated older verses, considering them to have been replaced by newer ones. That is because Muhammad did not consider the Quran to be a static Revelation, which may be why he never bothered to authorize its collection into a codified book. The Quran was for Muhammad a living scripture that consciously evolved alongside the Ummah, continually adapting itself to meet the specific needs of the developing community.

Let go of what you think life should be so you can experience the life you have.

La gente, acá, aprende a vivir en las orillas de la desgracia. Los turistas llaman a esta miseria color local.

Companies respect conformity and uniformity, but they fail to see how limiting both are. Without change and innovation, companies cannot adapt to new realities. At one time, Singer was one of the biggest companies in the United States. Today, we're not using Singer cell phones because the company was unable to adapt.

Over the next three or four months we simply collected all our procedures manuals…People would ask us from time to time when the new manuals would be ready. Eventually, some began to suspect that an update wasn't going to appear and asked us why. Only then did we say aloud what we had been thinking: that we were trading written rules for common sense. And that is the system we have today, which is barely a system at all.

This is why the culture that arises from daily acts takes the place of corporate policies. Instead of writing ourselves down in a set of rules, we evolve slowly based on what we do.

Our constitution is of course not written; it just conceptually encompasses the basic values and culture that are currently in place (and that change with time).

NEVER MIND THE CHEESE —who moved my weekend?

I now know my children will live in a world far different from own. In their world, the Cubs are the best team in baseball.

No matter how long he lived in the South, Zemurray could never rise above street Spanish overlaid by his American accent, overlaid by his Russian accent. He was all overlay—identity stacked on identity, life stacked on

No matter how long he lived in the South, Zemurray could never rise above street Spanish overlaid by his American accent, overlaid by his Russian accent. He was all overlay—identity stacked on identity, life stacked on life.

A foraging wild creature, intent above all upon survival, is as strong as the grass.

The rabbits became strange in many ways, different from other rabbits. They knew well enough what was happening. But even to themselves they pretended that all was well, for the food was good, they were protected, they had nothing to fear but the one fear; and that struck here and there, never enough at a time to drive them away.They forgot the ways of wild rabbits. They forgot El-ahrairah, for what use had they for tricks and cunning, living in the enemy's warren and paying his price?

Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.

What is this stuff, do you know?" he asked. "No, I don't," said Hazel. "I've never seen it before." "There's a lot we don't know," said Blackberry. "About this place, I mean. The plants are new, the smells are new. We're going to need some new ideas ourselves." "Well, you're the fellow for ideas," said Hazel. "I never know anything until you tell me.

A tiny change today brings a dramatically different tomorrow.

It doesn't take time to change once you understand the problem...Somebody hands you a rattlesnake, it doesn't take long to drop it, does it?

A person gets used to being alone, but break it just for a day and you have to get used to it again, all over from the beginning.

It's OK if the world is destroyed," he said. "There are a thousand million other worlds for us to create and choose from. As long as people want planets, there will be planets to live on.

Life is the unknown and the unknowable, except that we are put into this world to eat, to stay alive as lone as we possibly can.

A nice new thought, I said. That's what learning is, after all: not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning.

Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof.

True, the same young Jonathan Seagull was there that had always lived behind his golden eyes, but the outer form had changed.