Quotes About Adaptation

In a few years, Camp Greenlake will be a girl scout camp.

tied to broken rubber

Now, with no hate group to run, Jerry spent his days playing Mah-jong on his computer

She fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.

Well, I won't, but I hate to see things going all crisscross and getting snarled up, when a pull here and a snip there would straighten it out. I wish wearing flatirons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens cats, more's the pity!

My castle is very different from what I planned, but I would not alter it...

The girls put their wits to work, and - necessity being the mother of invention - made whatever they needed.

I rather miss my wild girl; but if I get a strong, helpful, tender-hearted woman in her place, I shall feel quite satisfied.

Jo's angles are much softened, she has learned to carry herself with ease, if not grace.

necessity being the mother of invention

Don't you think, dear, that as these girls are used to such things, and the best we can do will be nothing new, that some simpler plan would be pleasanter to them, as a change if nothing more, and much better for us than buying or borrowing what we don't need, and attempting a style not in keeping with our circumstances?

The three books I wrote by hand and with a typewriter took less time than the ones I've written using a computer.

There is something of a congruence here between my grandfather's terror propelling him across an ocean to America and mine and my husband's rushing us into a three-room apartment in Jersey City. In fact, each of my moves is remotely connected to feeling my life or well-being was threatened.

The universe is transformation.

And how funny, strange, that a thing can grow so powerful even when planted in the wrong place. Ideas too, I muttered. Ideas.

Maybe this was what being in a pandemic brought forth. When everything big is out of control, you start taking charge of small things.

Once we were a people who left no tracks. Now we are different. We print ourselves deeply on the earth. We build roads. The ruts and skids of our wheels bite deep and the bush recedes. We make foundations for our buildings and sink wells beside our houses. Our shoes are hard and where we go it is easy to follow. I have left my own tracks, too. I have left behind these words.

I was the sort of kid who spent a Sunday afternoon prying little trees out of the foundation of his parents' house. I should have given in to the inevitable truth that this was the sort of person I would become, in the end, but I kept fighting it.

Coolheaded in the face of such hysteria, Rockefeller saw that he could convert this chaos to advantage.

Driven by such changes in the economy

Tell the truth, because sooner or later the public will find out anyway. And if the public doesn't like what you are doing, change your policies and bring them into line with what people want.

as if growing more accustomed to the burden that she bore and more reconciled to Bill's absences.

He embodied an enduring archetype: the obscure immigrant who comes to America, re-creates himself, and succeeds despite a lack of proper birth and breeding.

While I take inspiration from the past, like most Americans, I live for the future.