Quotes About Adaptation

We relinquished color when we relinquished sunshine and did away with differences. {...} We gained control of many things. But we had to let go of others.

Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.

It wasn't the same. I'm pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn't the same.

each change, painful though some of them will be, will make us a little better than we were before.

All of it was new to him. After a life of Sameness and predictability, he was awed by the surprises that lay beyond each curve of the road. He slowed the bike again and again to look with wonder at wildflowers, go enjoy the throaty warble of a new bird nearby, or merely to watch the way wind shifted the leaves in the trees. During his twelve years in the community, he had never felt such simple moments of exquisite happiness.

We're so accustomed to laughing. It's harder for us when the time comes that we can't laugh.

We're the ones who fill in the blank spaces. Maybe we can make it different.

A stage adaptation of The Giver has been performed in cities and towns across the USA for years. More recently an opera has been composed and performed. And soon

It wasn't a practical thing, so it became obsolete when we went to Sameness.

You can't rely on anything. First my father was a respectable minister, and next thing I know he's a lovesick idiot talking baby talk to a woman who gets paid to sing at funerals and weddings. "And one day my mother is my mother, wearing an apron and high heels, and next time I look, she has a crewcut and a necktie.

If you can't do what you want, do what you can.

Change is possible.' 'Change is inevitable.

Once, she had been her parents' daughter. Then great, unlucky Ias's wife. Her children's mother. At the last, her mother's keeper. Well, I am none of these things now. Who am I, when I am not surrounded by the walls of my life?

It's never too late while you're breathing.

In my experience, milady, we can never get back to exactly where we started, no matter how hard we try.

Some attitudes couldn't be changed, they just had to be outlived

Change is a function of time and experience, and time is implacable.

The future is happening right here, every day. You can swim or you can drown, but you can't choose not to be in the flood. I suppose the real insight is that it's always been that way.

Koudelka puzzled over this attempted readjustment of his point of view, then let it bounce harmlessly off his impermeable habits of thought.

It's never too late to save something," he said sternly. "Might not be what you wanted, is all.

Another day will put some other plate on your table, more to your taste, but do not waste the food in front of you.

Aunt Lorna buys all our shoes big to grow into, Mina explained to Miles-san. That's why they slip around like that. Lieutenant Johannes, peering doubtfully into the depths of the refrigerator, murmured, Beer... ? Do you like beer, Mina? Miles-san asked. She shook her head, making her straight black hair swing around her chin. Thought not, somehow. You'll have to do better, Johannes. Aren't all you attaché fellows supposed to be ImpSec trained? Improvise!

It wasn't fair, for people to go and change on him, while his back was turned being dead. To change without giving notice, or even asking permission.

Had getting rid of his uneven limp, leg braces, and most of the crookedness in his back made that much difference? Or was the difference in the Barrayarans?