Quotes About Adaptation

Life happens when you least expect it, but that doesn't mean you can't have a blueprint in your back pocket.

I used to have pink hair, I told Seven. I used to have a real job, he answered. What happened? He shrugged. I dyed my hair pink. What happened to you?

I wonder if it's putting on someone else's skin for a while that she likes so much, or if it's the option of being able to send back a circumstance that just doesn't suit you.

Build your scaffolding again, but while you're conscious. Use the bricks that you've still got, in spite of the pandemic. Make coffee in the morning. Meditate. Watch Schitt's Creek. Have a glass of wine at dinner. FaceTime the friends you can't see in person. Whatever habits you used to have, stack them up and give yourself structure. I promise. You won't feel as unsettled.

You can't create life in a place that's dying by degrees.

You'd be surprised. Charlie said. You go to bed one night singing her a lullaby, and she wakes up listening to Limp Bizkit. What the hell is Limp Bizkit?

Daniel understood that in the blink of an eye you might reinvent yourself. He understood that the person you were yesterday might not be the person you are tomorrow.

Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation, and to others, like a pearl.

Ketika kau hanya memiliki palu, semuanya tampak seperti paku

She didn't like herself like this, either. But she couldn't go back to being the girl she'd been before she met him; that girl was gone. So where did that leave her?

You could have been Bethany Matthews, Delia Hopkins, Cleopatra - it wouldn't matter. And if you'd grown up with a thousand lemon trees in the middle of the desert, with a cactus instead of a Christmas tree and a pet armadillo, well then, I would have gone to law school at Arizona State, I guess. I would have defended illegal aliens crossing the border. But we still would have wound up together, Dee. No matter what kind of life I had, you'd be at the end of it.

According to natural selection, bees should not exist. Although workers construct the comb, tend to the queen, and feed the larvae, they're sterile themselves, and don't pass those productive genes to the next generation. Plus, stinging is suicide, and passing on a suicide gene makes no biological sense. And yet, the species has been around for a hundred million years. Why? A biologist will say it's because of group selection.

She became whomever she needed to be to survive, but she never let anyone else define her.

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I think half the battle is figuring out what works for you

Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation, and to others, like a pearl.

The Center had suffered scars from the cuts of politicians and the barbs of protesters. It had licked its wounds and healed. At one point it had been called the Center for Women and Reproductive Health. But there were those who believed if you do not name a thing, it ceases to exist, and so its title was amputated, like a war injury. But still, it survived. First it became the Center for Women. And then, just: the Center.

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How

This has always been my favorite fact about bees: in their world, destiny is fluid. You might start life as a worker, and end up a queen.

He taught me that if a body is easily crushed, it develops a weapon to prevent that from happening.

Stop trying to act like nothing happened. Because something did, and you can't make it go back to being the same

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit?

It's funny, how fast life changes. One minute you are present, and the next, you might find yourself futilely trying to get back to the world you were once part of. You might find yourself looking for people who can no longer hear you. You are in the world, but not of it.

if you spend too much time living in the past, you never move forward.