Quotes About Progress

I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

Nothing is static.

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.

Our way of get­ting nos­tal­gic for what we just threw in the trash, it's all be­cause we're afraid to evolve. Grow, change, lose weight, rein­vent our­selves. Adapt.

Griping isn't the same as creating something. Rebelling isn't rebuilding. Ridiculing isn't replacing. We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

The avant-garde in every field consists of the lonely, the friendless, the uninvited. All progress is the product of the unpopular.

Since change is con­stant, you won­der if peo­ple crave death be­cause it's the on­ly way they can get any­thing re­al­ly fin­ished.

Where we're at right here is the beginning of the end.

Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

A happy past cripples people. They cling to it with nowhere better to go. Nothing to improve upon.

As human beings, our first commandment is: Something needs to happen

An ancient truism had once decreed, Self improvement is masturbation..

Or maybe...just maybe this whole process is our training wheels towards something bigger. If we can reflect and know our lives, we might stay awake and shape our futures.

For official record, if become bankrupt old retail distribution centers-labeled supermega, so-enlarged foodstuff market- later reincarnate to become worship shrine. First sell food-stuff, next then same structure sell battered furnitures, next now born as gymnasium club, next broker flea markets, only at final end of life...sell religions.

El futuro que tendrás mañana no es el mismo futuro que tenías ayer.

Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

My whole life is about for­get­ting. It's my most valu­able job skill.

In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was a kind of tumbler. The same as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. All of us, we're meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind. To be polished. There was nothing bad about this. This wasn't suffering, it was erosion.It was just another, a basic, an important step in the refining process.

This is the world we live in. Conditions change and we mutate.

Time legitimizes the outrageous.

Jump ahead ten years, and not much has changed. Ten years of ther­apy, and I'm still in about the same place. This prob­ably isn't some­thing we should cel­ebrate.

All these stupid rocks, I say, what's your goal? This isn't about getting something done, Denny says. It's about the doing, you know, the process. But what are you going to do with all these rocks? And Denny says, I don't know until I collect enough. But what's enough? I say. I don't know, dude, Denny says, I just want the days of my life to add up to something.