Quotes About Adaptation

Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.

But you don't always get what you want;,you get what you get

What seems true is that something in life, on the highways or in our hearts, is always being installed, or being repaired, or being torn down for the next installation.

This is how we make important changes-- barely, poorly, slowly.

Life is change and what we need is muscle, flexibility, and awareness.

Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day at numbness, silence.

Even mushrooms respond to light—I suppose they blink their mushroomy little eyes, like the rest of us.

We can change. People say we can't, but we do when the stakes or the pain is high enough. And when we do, life can change. It offers more of itself when we agree to give up our busyness.

Sometimes love does not look like what you had in mind

And third, he makes me stronger, because you have to balance so much now—you have to reschedule everything you have to do—homework and him. It forces you to tap into more of you than you knew was there—parts that you didn't even know you had.

know there's solace in making do with what you've got, making things a little bit better. What might have been thrown out went from tattered scraps to something majestic and goofy and honest that holds together, that keeps people's eyes off me and my family, yet lets in the light and sun, like a poem or a song.

Mattie saw herself and Angela as the trees that grew out of cliffs and boulders above the ocean near Monterey—evergreen creatures, windswept, magnificent, twisty, gnarled pines growing out of the layers of rock, where maybe there had once been some nutrition, maybe there had once been soil from which the trees had sprung, but then the soil had blown away, and they still grew.

We can change. People say we can't, but we do when the the stakes or the pain is high enough.

Sometimes things work out differently than you expect, and sometimes that's when the best things happen.

One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.

All living relationships are in process of change, of expansion, and must perpetually be building themselves new forms. But there is no single fixed form to express such a changing relationship.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

One learns first of all in beach living the art of sheding;how little one can get along with, not how much....To say-is it necessary?-when I am tempted to add one more accumulation to my life, when I am pulled toward one more centrifugal activity. One is free, like the hermit crab, to change one's shell.

There is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change

One is free, like the hermit crab, to change one's shell.

And sometimes - to get what you want - you must be prepared to accept the apparently unacceptable.

It's not your circumstances that shape you, it's how you react to your circumstances.

Remember, my dear, you are dealing with the world as it is, not as you believe, maybe rightly, that it ought to be.

Where physical survival was relatively easy, one created rules to make social survival more difficult.