Quotes About Evolution

For one change always leaves the toothing for another.

takes us the farther distance from the Old World to something new and revolutionary in human thought. That moral center, however, is hard to find with modern eyes. Locating it requires

one change always leaves the toothing for another.

why should one expect what had worked on one occasion to work on another? Machiavelli stressed that if the political culture of a community had changed—if it had become corrupt, or virtuous—then strategies that had once failed would now work, and vice versa.

For one change always leaves a dovetail into which another will fit.

The tide of history is turning women from beasts of burden and sexual playthings into full-fledged human beings.

Thoroughly unprepared we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false assumption that our truths and ideals will serve us as hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life's morning; for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie.

Our language places us in a cultural continuum, linking us to the past, and showing our meanings also to future fellow-speakers.

Languages change, as they pass from the lips of one generation to the next, but there is nothing about this process of transmission which makes for decay or extinction. Like life itself, each new generation can receive the gift of its language afresh. And so it is that languages, unlike any of the people who speak them, need never grow infirm, or die. Every language has a chance of immortality, but this is not to say that it will survive for ever.

I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.

It has to get ugly before it gets pretty!

I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable, but her story and mine are different now. It wasn't easy for me to accept this simple truth, because there was a time when our stories were the same, but that was six years and two lifetimes ago.

Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.

Change isn't always for the best.

We're not the same people we were then. We've changed, we've grown.

It hadn't been so long ago, yet sometimes she felt that she'd been an altogether different person back then.

It's not such a bad thing. Change isn't always for the best.

I'm different now than I was then. Just like I was different at the end of the trip than I'd been at the beginning. And I'll be different tomorrow than I am today. And what that means is I can never replicate that trip. Even if I went to the same places and met the same people, it wouldn't be the same.

And believe it or not, she has a phone and everything. She stopped using smoking signals last year.

Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?

To her, none of those friendships seemed the way they used to, but then of course they weren't. Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.

I know I can't change the past, but I change the future. I can change, too. And I will.

No, I mean with us. Do you think we would have made it? It took a moment for her to answer. I don't know, Noah. I really don't, and you don't either. We're not the same people we were then. We've changed. Both of us. She paused. He didn't respond, and in the silence she looked towards the creek. She went on. But yes, Noah, I think we would have. At least, I'd like to think we would have.