Quotes About Adaptation

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

I am rooted, but I flow. All gold, flowing that way.

We are all swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shade...

For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him.

And since beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful, and he is static, his life stagnates in a china sea.

And as all Orlando's loves had been women, now, through the culpable laggardry of the human frame to adapt itself to convention, though she herself was a woman, it was still a woman she loved; and if the consciousness of being of the same sex had any effect at all, it was to quicken and deepen those feelings which she had had as a man.

Tengo raíces, pero floto.

She had altered her values in deference to the opinion of others.

Mrs. Hilbery would have been perfectly well able to sustain herself if the world had been what the world is not. She was beautifully adapted for life in another planet.

Even if one could state the value of any one gift at the moment, those values will change; in a century's time very possibly they will have changed completely.

she] might have been a shell, and his words water rubbing against her ears, as water rubs a shell on the edge of a rock.

Orlando had become a woman. In every other aspect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been

For a self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

Learn Everything that is Good from Others, but bring it in, and in your own way absorb it; do not become others.

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain.

All religions are based on obsolete terminology.

I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.

The isms go, the ist dies, art remains

If his Russian was music, his English was murder.

Precautions to be taken in the case Of freak reincarnation: what to do On suddenly discovering that you Are now a young and vulnerable toad Plump in the middle of a busy road, Or a bear cub beneath a burning pine, Or a book mite in a revived divine.

The pale organisms of literary heroes feeding under the author's supervision swell gradually with the reader's lifeblood; so that the genius of a writer consists in giving them the faculty to adapt themselves to that - not very appetizing - food and thrive on it, sometimes for centuries.

Because of a streak of dreaminess and a gentle abstraction in his nature, Victor in any queue was always at its very end. He had long since grown used to this handicap, as one grows used to weak sight or a limp.

Geniusz to brak przystosowania.

Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita.