Quotes About Adaptation

dejar atrás aquellos preconceptos y vivencias relacionados a un yo que ya no soy; es abandonar el pedirme que siga siendo como era, pensando como lo hacía o reaccionando como solía hacerlo.

Cuando se encuentre en un callejón sin salida, no sea idiota, salga por donde entró.

La palabra pérdida nos habla de la imposición que la vida me hace obligándome a conceder mucho más de lo que le estaría dispuesto a dar... ... Una especie de renuncia forzada a algo que hubiera preferido seguir teniendo

Perder es dejar algo «que era», para entrar en otro lugar donde hay otra cosa «que es». Y eso «que es» no es lo mismo «que era».

un pájaro y un pez pueden enamorarse y hasta casarse, pero ¿dónde harían el nido?

I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else.

One is allowed to change the past: the present is so stubborn.

I tada, kao i danas, svet beše surov; samo su ga sr?ani mogli proputovati, ali i bednici, koji se na sve priviknu.

Si vous traduisez Shakespeare, il faut traduire aussi librement que Shakespeare écrivait.

Nulla si edifica sulla pietra, tutto sulla sabbia, ma noi dobbiamo edificare come se la sabbia fosse pietra.

Poetul vremurilor noastre nu poate întoarce spatele epocii sale.

When a country has a strong spirit, foreign and exotic influences do not debilitated that spirit, they strengthen it. - German Literature in the Age of Bach

Herakliti thote se njeriu nuk lahet kurre dy here ne te njejtin lume. Ne nuk lahemi kurre ne te njejtin lume, sepse ujerat e tij nderrojne. Akoma me e tmerrshme eshte se ne nuk jemi me pak ujore se lumi. Sa here qe lexojme nje liber, libri ndryshon, ngjyrimi i fjaleve te tij eshte tjeter. Sepse librat jane mbrujtur me te shkuar.

Cand cineva se hotaraste sa emigreze intr-o tara indepartata, isi impune in mod fatal obligatia de a se afirma in aceasta tara.

Social structures, types and attitudes are coins that do not readily melt. Once they are formed they persist, possibly for centuries, and since different structures and types display different degrees of this ability to survive, we almost always find that actual group and national behavior more or less departs from what we should expect it to be if we tried to infer it from the dominant forms of the productive process.

Muttering, rolling our eyeballs upward, we are becoming a new kind of bivalve

A year is plenty of time to fit in, right? Like a square peg is going to fit into a round hole if you just give it time? You could say that when I arrived here in the middle of my seventh-grade year I settled into a well-defined niche that was purely my own and remains so in eighth grade. The niche of a minuscule, mouthy Mohawk misfit. And nothing is going to change that.

He's taken courses on things like animal tracking, making a fire with a bow drill, building survival shelters in the forest. Now, my being an Indian, you might imagine I would know about all that stuff. But most Indian kids, even those on the rez, are not learning those things anymore. They're too busy doing all the things other kids do—watching DVDs, playing Xbox games, and downloading rap music on their iPods.

It was easier for me to run now because all us code talkers had the new lighter portable radio units. But it was not just because the new unit on my back was lighter that I ran so much faster. I no longer had forty pounds of TBX radio to hide behind and I needed to get to cover as fast as I could.

Why did we make up nicknames? Maybe they were easier to remember. Maybe, too, they just made frightening things more familiar, even a little funny in the midst of the seriousness of war.

Is the system going to flatten you out and deny you your humanity, or are you going to be able to make use of the system to the attainment of human purposes?

We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come. If we fix on the old, we get stuck. When we hang onto any form, we are in danger of putrefaction. Hell is life drying up.

The creative act is not hanging on, but yielding to a new creative movement. Awe is what moves us forward.

If you go to a master to study and learn the techniques, you diligently follow all the instructions the master puts upon you. But then comes the time for using the rules in your own way and not being bound by them....You can actually forget the rules because they have been assimilated. You are an artist. Your own innocence now is of one who has become an artist, who has been, as it were, transmuted.... You can't have creativity unless you leave behind the bounded, the fixed, all the rules.