Quotes About Evolution

Human beings are ultimately nothing but carriers-passageways- for genes. They ride us into the ground like racehorses from generation to generation. Genes don't think about what constitutes good or evil. They don't care whether we are happy or unhappy. We're just means to an end for them. The only thing they think about is what is most efficient for them.

Writers have to keep on writing if they want to mature, like caterpillars endlessly chewing on leaves.

Things change every day, Mr Nakata. With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were, either.

What's nurtured slowly grows well.

None of us are ever finished. Everyone is always a work in progress.

The problem was, I think, that the places I fit in were always falling behind the rimes.

I think certain types of processes don't allow for any variation. If you have to be part of that process, all you can do is transform—or perhaps distort—yourself through that persistent repetition, and make that process a part of your own personality.

That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.

Nobody chooses to evolve. It's like floods and avalanches and earthquakes. You never know what's happening until they hit, then it's too late.

Quando la tempesta sarà finita, probabilmente non saprai neanche tu come hai fatto ad attraversarla e a uscirne vivo. Anzi, non sarai neanche sicuro se sia finita per davvero. Ma su un punto non c'è dubbio... Ed è che tu, uscito da quel vento, non sarai lo stesso che vi è entrato.

In a world of time, nothing can go back to the way it was.

As time passes, memory, inevitably, reconstitutes itself.

Then back to the stage, and the acting. The bright lights, the rehearsed lines. The applause, the falling curtain. Leaving who one was for a brief time, then returning. But the self that one returned to was never exactly the same as the self that one had left behind.

Each way of thinking has its own shape and color, which wax and wane like the moon.

I add things, cross them off, then add a whole other bunch and cross them off, too.

That's when I gave up pinball. When the times comes, everybody gives up pinball. Nothing more to it.

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What has gone forward can't go back to where it came from.

Whether you want to or not. But the place you return to is always slightly different from the place you left. That's the rule. It can never be exactly the same.

Incluso la persona más tranquila y coherente puede pasar por un gran momento de ruptura. Un periodo para la locura, por así decirlo. Seguramente todos necesitamos esos puntos de inflexión.

Things change everyday. With each new dawn, it is not the same world as before. And you're not the same person you were either.

The passage of time usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless.