Quotes About Adaptation

She made me act normal. Because I was. Because I could. She told me to breathe and sit up.

there is very little you can change. you need to accept the world as it is

Her veins were never open. He heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted in puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

It seemed simple to them: Leave the old country behind and reinvent your life. And if you couldn't quite live the American dream, then your children would do it for you.

La vida es muy fácil contarla, pero enfurecedora practicarla, y damos la bienvenida a los "nervios" o a algún esquema que se adapte a nuestro personal deseo.

In my heart, I'm an Alabaman who went up north to work.

the whole story of art is not a story of progress in technical proficiency, but a story of changing ideas and requirements.

The Ice Age lasted for an unimaginably long time. Many tens of thousands of years, which was just as well, for otherwise these people would not have had time to invent all these things. But gradually the earth grew warmer and the ice retreated to the high mountains, and people – who by now were much like us – learnt, with the warmth, to plant grasses and then grind the seeds to make a paste which they could bake in the fire, and this was bread.

The term which psychology has coined for our relative imperviousness to the dizzy variations that go on in the world around us is "constancy." The color, shape, and brightness of things remain to us relatively constant, even though we may notice some variation with the change of distance, illumination, angle of vision, and so on.

We all know the experience at the moving pictures when we are ushered to a seat very far off-center. At first the screen and what is on it look so distorted and unreal we feel like leaving. But in a few minutes we have learned to take our position into account, and the proportions right themselves. And as with shapes, so with colors.

You're nothing more than a clever prostitute. You accepted the conditions in which you found yourself and you triumphed.

Don't go fighting against the Spring.

though nothing is damaged, everything is changed.

I suppose I shall have to live now

Those who prepare for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themsleves at the expense of joy.

So abased, so monotonous is everything that meets the eye, that when the Ganges comes down it might be expected to wash the excrescence back into the soil. Houses do fall, people are drowned and left rotting, but the general outline of the town persists, welling here, shrinking there, like some low but indestructible form of life.

He had no racial feeling—not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd instinct does not flourish.

By these days it was a demerit to be muscular. Each infant was examined at birth, and all who promised undue strength were destroyed. Humanitarians may protest, but it would have been no true kindness to let an athlete live; he would never have been happy in that state of life to which the Machine had called him; he would have yearned for trees to climb, rivers to bathe in, meadows and hills against which he might measure his body. Man must be adapted to his surroundings, must he not?

As civilization moves forward, the shoe is bound to pinch in places

I did not fear that I might tread upon a live rail and be killed. I feared something far more intangible-doing what was not contemplated by the Machine. Then I said to myself, "Man is the measure", and I went, and after many visits I found an opening.

Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. #HowardsEnd

This is the assembly of life that took a billion years to evolve. It has eaten the storms-folded them into its genes-and created the world that created us. It holds the world steady.

Belief in an ideal dies hard. I had believed in an ideal for all the twenty-eight years of my life – the ideal of the British way of life.