Quotes About Adaptation

This cruel age has deflected me, like a river from this course. Strayed from its familiar shores, my changeling life has flowed into a sister channel. How many spectacles I've missed: the curtain rising without me, and falling too. How many friends I never had the chance to meet.

I, like a river, Have been diverted by the ruthless era. My life was switched. It flows Into another channel, past strange lands, And I no longer recognize my shores.

Now mirrors learn not to expect smiles.

I'm silent. Silently, I'm ready To be transformed, earth, into you.

None of the places where I grew up and live in my youth exist any longer: Tsarskoe Selo, Sevastopol, Kiev, Slepnyovo, Gungerburg (Ust-Narova). The following have survived: Khersones (because it is eternal), Paris - by somebody's oversight, and Petersburg-Leningrad, so that there would be a place to lay my head.

You have got to play the game with the cards that have been dealt to you, and it is of no use for you to bewail your fate because you don't hold different ones. Look them over, arrange them, and play. You certainly must play them before you will get any others, and you need never expect to have other people's cards.

Julia and her family, like many others in the GDR, trod this line between seeing things for what they were in the GDR, and ignoring those realities in order to stay sane.

T?da ir gandr?z ikviena cilv?ka dz?ve. M?s laipojam, mekl?jam kompromisus, mums katram ir savs mazais g??vums ?ep?s k? parastam dz?vniekam. M?s to glaud?m pa spalvai, m?s to dres?jam, m?s tam pie?eramies. T?da ir dz?ve. Ir drosm?gie, un ir tie, kuri piel?gojas. Tas nogurdina daudz maz?k – piel?goties…

Courage is saying, Maybe what I'm doing isn't working; maybe I should try something else.

People and trees are caught in irreversible histories of disturbance. But some kinds of disturbance have been followed by regrowth of a sort that nurtures many lives.

There's a time in your life when you have to stop looking back and start looking forward because otherwise you're going to walk down the road one day and bump into a lamppost. But it's not easy.

At this period, too, Leningraders resorted to their most desperate food substitutes, scraping dried glue from the underside of wallpaper and boiling up shoes and belts. (Tannery processes had changed, they discovered, since the days of Amundsen and Nansen, and the leather remained tough and inedible.)

intermarrying with the local clans and Slavicising their names. Helgi became Oleh; Ingwarr, Ihor; Waldemar, Volodymyr.

Anna," the old woman said, "don't take everything so much to heart. Learn from me. There are things in this world you can change. And there are things in this world you can't change. Those things you have to put up with.

A son is a son till he takes a wife, a daughter is a daughter the rest of her life … But sometimes is not the case.

There was no point in weeping for ever for things that you couldn't change, things you could not have. It had stood her in good stead all of her life

Life goes on. The rules were this: you might sit for a time on the sidelines feeling overwhelmed and paralysed by it all. But sooner or later you picked yourself up and got on with it, or you were left behind.

We take so much into us when we lose someone we love," he said. "We must hold what is left of them. We make choices they would have made, feel what they would have felt. This is the piece of ourselves we lose, you see, because we must make room for them. Death is a parasite, of sorts.

I am sorry you have to live in the time of terraforming, and not in the spring that follows.

She wasn't sure which motivation made better fuel for innovation: naïve but ethical beliefs, or the need to survive.

Are we not witnessing a strange tableau of survival whenever a bird alights on the head of a crocodile, bringing together the evolutionary offspring of Triassic and Jurassic?

There was no giant sign proclaiming the end of life as they'd known it; instead, there was a mounting pile of annoyances and disappointments.

Humanity's story must be one of constant change because that is one way to transmute hope.

The more we cull diversity, the more we are vulnerable to extinction,