Quotes About Adaptation

Sometimes it's a mistake to look too far down the road. There are times in life when you can't be sure of the pattern. You have to meet circumstances as they are.

There's thinking outside the box and then there's failing to be able to find the box in the first place. You can't appreciate the new model until you understand the old one and why it isn't working anymore.

Life never stood still, no matter how hard you tried to hold onto it.

Secondary-school pupils are demanding more school, more funding, more staff, more security. Nineteenth-century demands. School is finished. All we can do is transform it into a gigantic Web cafe. In their own heads, the school students have already moved over into multimedia and the twenty-first century, as is attested by the incongruity of the demonstrations, including the incongruity of the anachronistic violence of the hooligan element.

Die meisten Menschen leben in den Ruinen ihrer Gewohnheiten.

I might swing from branch to branch, but always in the same tree.

I still can't believe that animals don't understand why delicious food is in such a ridiculous spot.

Il était comme ces moines qui sont obligés de faire effort pour s'arracher d'où ils sont et venir où vous êtes; imiter les rires et les mots auxquels vous êtes habitués; avoir la politesse ou le mépris de ne pas trop vous surprendre.

Hearth to change. He had been watching from the Lion

much adapt to the environment as alter the environment

I am not the same man I was when you found me. You have changed me, woman, and I love you for it." "I, too, am changed, Jondalar. I love you.

I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.

Saved, rescued, but not quite so good as new...

I got quite used to changing that cheque, because you can get used to anything. You think: I'll never do that; and you find yourself doing it.

Feelers grow when feelers are needed and claws when claws are needed and cunning when cunning is needed. . . .

But are you telling me the real secret, how to be exactly like everybody else? Tell me, for I am sure you know. If it means being deaf, then I'll be deaf. And if it means being blind, then I'll be blind.

Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.

Growing up is difficult. Strangely, even when we have stopped growing physically, we seem to have to keep on growing emotionally, which involves both expansion and shrinkage, as some parts of us develop and others must be allowed to disappear...Rigidity never works; we end up being the wrong size for our world.

Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.

I've lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going.

Going back after a long time will make you mad, because the people you left behind do not like to think of you changed, will treat you as they always did, accuse you of being indifferent, when you are only different.

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won't help you.