Quotes About Adaptation

It is our lot to take what we have, make of it what we will. We are meant to finger the leftovers, rock our old dolls, clutch wooden angels to our breasts.

The idea is to be open to forces outside of themselves—whether people or nature—to redirect them in ways that make their tasks and their lives easier.

Clem Miniver: She was a good cook, as good cooks go. And as good cooks go, she went.

That would be no less shrewd: for when you first come home from a strange place you are always something of a ghost. They were sorry when you went away, and they welcome you back with affection: but in the meanwhile they have adjusted their lives a little to your absence.

Omdat de e-toets van mijn schrijfmachine los zit - in plaats van resoluut in te grijpen en het ding vast te plakken probeer ik hem iedere keer met een splintertje van een lucifer vast te zetten, wat eigenlijk niet zo verwonderlijk is want het valt je pas op als je de machine gebruikt en dan kan je niet gaan plakken - moest ik denken aan een voortand van mij waar ook wat beweging in zit.

Terwijl jij daar geveld ligt door Coatlicue, krimpt onze welvaartsstaat weer samen, zoals ieder jaar als de donkere dagen rond kerstfeest naderen, tot de knusse wereld van Anton Pieck. Het krijsen van de goden wordt hier gedempt door de bellekens van de arreslede. Mijn god, kunnen wij hier ook niet bar en bitter met een koolraap aan het spit de bijtende koude door een slonzige pels heen tot de huid laten doordringen.

I don't doubt that at some point I'll be as happy as I was before, but I don't think I'll ever be the same, if that makes sense.

A woman, especially if she has the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

If one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

People themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.

Mr. Collins had only to change from Jane to Elizabeth—and it was soon done—done while Mrs. Bennet was stirring the fire.

Los lugares que no te funcionan son mucho más difíciles de abandonar".

For if my poems have always been about survival--and I believe they have been--then survival too keeps revealing itself as an art of the unexpected.

If you have been a slave all your life, used to being ordered about and abused from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, it's impossible to adjust to normal life overnight. I had never been free to make my own decisions before and had no idea how to do it. I was like a bird that has been bred in captivity suddenly being released into the wild: I fell apart.

You can do one of two things; just shut up, which is something I don't find easy, or learn an awful lot very fast, which is what I tried to do.

Memory changed for both Edward and Elisabeth. There were fewer people now to keep it alive.

Lasting change is a series of compromises. And compromise is all right, as long your values don't change.

Each of us may think we know exactly what we need to make us happy, what will be good for us, what will ensure we have our happy ending, but life rarely works out in the way we expect, and our happy ending may have all sorts of unexpected twists and turns, be shaped in all sorts of unexpected ways

Sometimes in life, you have to make things happen. That you can change your life if you're willing to let go of the old and actively look for the new. That even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.

Life, Steffi has learned, carries on around the pain, making room for it, absorbing it until it becomes part of the daily fabric, wrapping itself around you and lodging itself in your heart.

I will hear a noise, like a fish jumping, and when I look I'll see Lizzy coming to the surface, shaking off her pink scales, finding her new arms to do the breaststroke to shore.

Optimism More and more I have come to admire resilience. Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam returns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuous tenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side, it turns in another. A blind intelligence, true. But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers, mitochondria, figs — all this resinous, unretractable earth.

You work with what you are given, the red clay of grief, the black clay of stubbornness going on after.

However many holes are in you, always there's room for another. However much you carry, you can hold more. "My Corkboard