Quotes About Adaptation

And it is strange: a few moments after the cars that brought us down drive off, I become aware that already I have discovered something new. Because we do not have a place of our own, nor will have for the next three days, we must invent one. I catch myself, and the eyes of one or two others, searching for a section of the pavement with which we might want to become familiar. We are looking among the concrete slabs for the outline of a home.

Special things have a way of surviving.

You have to leave your heart to get on with it. It's rather like breathing. We don't have to remind ourselves to breathe.

Perhaps if you don't know there's a gap, you don't worry about it. If you were a millipede, a tshongololo , crawling along the ground would you look at the birds and worry about not having wings? Probably not.

You can't go through life saying "I hate mustard" because that is shutting off the possibility of change.

Africa had a way of coming back and simply covering everything up again.

I'd like to be tidy, said Hen, I try, but I guess you can't be what you aren't.

When there is nothing you can do to stop the march of adverse events, then the best thing, she felt, was to get on with life and not to worry.

what is one thing today becomes quite another thing tomorrow.

Es ist ein Zeichen geistiger Reife, seine Meinung zu ändern, wenn man merkt, dass man im Unrecht ist.

We forget, she thought. We think that we were always the way we are now, but we were not. —

We think that we can fix our lives by taking some simple step, but it's not like that. Most problems need lots of sticking plasters. They need coaxing and massaging and looking at from all sorts of different angles.

Problems have a way of solving themselves.

But look at it now: a detective agency, right here in Gaborone, with me, the fat lady detective, sitting outside and thinking these thoughts about how what is one thing today becomes quite another thing tomorrow.

Life's goalposts, and hurdles too, are never in the right place, she told herself; and they have the unfortunate habit of shifting within seconds. One sees them, and then suddenly they are no longer there, where they should be, but somewhere altogether elsewhere.

We become the people we live with. Imperceptibly at first, but with a certain inevitability, we become the other.

There are plenty of people who might prefer to go sideways. What about them? How are we to inspire them?

they would just have to make the best of the situation. When there were things that you could not change, then there was a strong case for accepting things as they were and working from there.

Everything, thought Mama Ramotswe, has been something before.

Habit to us is given from above: it is a substitute for happiness.

S?radan, küçük bir kâtiptir, menzil bekçisi oldu mu diktatör kesilir. - Prens Viyazemski

Beaupré, in his native country, had been a hairdresser, then a soldier in Prussia, and then had come to Russia to be outchitel, without very well knowing the meaning of this word.3

I've shed my own skin and merged into the fog.

Time was the first thing I noticed about the United States.