Quotes About Adaptation

Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today's job with yesterday's tools and yesterday's concepts.

We drive into the future using only our rearview mirror.

As technology advances, it reverses the characteristics of every situation again and again. The age of automation is going to be the age of 'do it yourself.'

We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us.

We become what we behold. We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us.

Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today's jobs with yesterday's tools!

First we build the tools, then they build us.

Most of our assumptions have outlived their uselessness.

We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.

There is absolutely no inevitability as long as there is a willingness to contemplate what is happening.

No plan ever survives contact with the enemy.

Life isn't fair, so you have to play the best game you can with the cards you're dealt.

political instrument adapted to the new times

Valls permanecía aletargado dentro de su bola de excrementos, pajitas y tierra como la larva subterránea del escarabajo pelotero.

Jerrie Cobb reached down and pulled the heavy layers of arctic clothing over her navy blue linen dress.

In one century, we've added 28 years to our average life span - a change so rapid that our brains couldn't possibly have evolved to accommodate it.

The position that I take partly as a result of living in Asia is where you stop living according to your expectations and you become available to experience things as they are.

People like us… we all have places that don't heal entirely. We just get used to the occasional stab of pain and keep going.

I mean how many decades do I keep trying to fix something before I realize the trying to fix it may be the problem. It's one of those things that I wish I had really understood better when I was a lot younger. And if I had it would have turned my outward search for what would make me fit better in the world, to an inward one of asking, what do I want?

This body is a loaner I'll have to give back at some point and how I treat it will play a part in how long I get to use it and how much use I get out of it. That has really hit home lately. But I don't need to do any of it perfectly, or as well as it seems someone else is doing, or even great every single day. I just have to try and occasionally ask myself, is this still what you want? And then adapt, change and head out again.

Another day, my friend. We survive by focusing on the next thing in front of us and doing what we can, letting the rest go. Otherwise, you're fucked.

The next step after this is applying that state of being—that thin sliver of sliding into place that feels wrong and so right at the same time, that makes you question your sanity—to your green lights. Feel your way through them instead

none had been outside Russia. I kept trying to remember something that I had read about a species of fish that was born, lived, spawned, died in the dark waters of a cave; and were blind.

You adapt: the impossible becomes imaginable, thinkable, logical. Three easy steps." from Best Friends