Quotes About Adaptation

Watch out.' 'For what?' said Pollux. 'For when that uniform starts to wear you

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

Things will improve when we start living on the top of the earth, on wind and light.

She had lived among those oak and pine trees when their roots grew deep beneath her and their leaves thick above. Now he lived among them, too, only he lived among them cut and dead.

English is an all-devouring language that has moved across North America like the fabulous plagues of locusts that darkened the sky and devoured even the handles of rakes and hoes. Yet the omnivorous nature of a colonial language is a writer's gift. Raised in the English language, I partake of a mongrel feast.

She took detailed notes and dispatched a servant to the Indian missions to procure fine lace produced by young women whose mothers had once worked the quills of porcupines and dyed hairs of moose together into intricate clawed flowers and strict emblems before they died of measles, cholera, smallpox, tuberculosis, and left their daughters dexterous and lonely to the talents of nuns.

jiggered-together adaptations.

Si elle n'est plus belle, eh bien tant pis ! Nous nous arrangerons ! J'ai gardé tant de beauté d'elle en moi, si vivace, si chaude que j'en ai bien pour tous les deux et pour au moins vingt ans encore, le temps d'en finir.

Pe m?sur? ce r?mâi într-un loc, lucrurile ÅŸi oamenii se degradeaz?, se stric? ÅŸi încep s? put? anume pentru tine.

When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.

Dinosaurs lasted so much longer than we have, or probably will, yet their brains were so little. Meaning that stupidity is a good strategy for survival? Our level of intelligence could be a maladaptation, a wrong turn, an aberration.

You can think you know what's best, what's right for you,and then all of a sudden something happens and turns your plans upside down

It still had electricity and running water, the stove worked, the coffee maker could still brew, the refrigerator kept food cold. But the house had become a phantom. It was no longer living and breathing, surrounding the family and making them feel safe. It wafted along, an untethered spirit, drained of everything it once had been.

time did heal all wounds. Well, not completely. But after a fashion. Time put a big Band-Aid on them. So that life could go on.

She had learned—by degrees—the ability to accept what life was handing her instead of what she wished for.

A Gift from the Sea: "When you love someone, you don't love them the same way all the time…

I'm not a bit changed--not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same.

I'm not a bit changed--not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real ME--back here--is just the same. It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.

But we can't have things perfect in this imperfect world

Put a man in the wrong atmosphere and nothing will function as it should. He will seem unhealthy in every part. Put him back into his proper element and everything will blossom and look healthy. But if he is not in his right element, what then? Well, then he just has to make the best of appearing before the world as a cripple.

We have got onto slippery ice where there is no friction and so in a certain sense the conditions are ideal, but also, just because of that, we are unable to walk. We want to walk so we need friction. Back to the rough ground!

La soluzione del problema che tu vedi nella vita è un modo di vivere che fa scomparire ciò che rappresenta un problema. Se la vita è problematica è segno che la tua vita non si adatta alla forma della vita. Devi quindi cambiare la tua vita; quando si adatterà alla forma, allora scomparirà ciò che è problematico.

Una realtà non ci fu data e non c'è, dobbiamo farcela noi: non sarà mai una per tutti e per sempre ma di continuo e infinitamente mutabile.

Ebbene signor Meis, il destino di Roma è l'identico. I papi ne avevano fatto – a modo loro, s'intende – un'acquasantiera; noi italiani ne abbiamo fatto, a modo nostro, un portacenere.