Quotes About Evolution

we are challenged to change ourselves.

Are you sure that the human world is a terminal point in the evolution of the cosmos? Is it not conceivable that there is still another dimension beyond man's world; a world in which the question of an ultimate meaning of human suffering would find an answer?

Când nu mai suntem capabili s? schimb?m o situaÅ£ie, suntem provocaÅ£i s? ne schimb?m noi înÅŸine.

Through chances various, through all vicissitudes, we make our way.

With some exceptions, the enemies of the future aim their attacks not at creativity itself but at the dynamic processes through which it is carried.

I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.

That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what one wanted, and followed blindly, suffering so much in secret, always unprepared and amazed and knowing nothing; but one thing led to another and by degrees something had formed itself out of nothing, and so one reached at last this calm, this quiet, this certainty, and it was this process that people called living.

I am never stagnant; I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.

I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.

Do you think people change? I meant ourselves — do we change?

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him.

She felt as if things were moving past her as she lay stretched on the bed under the single sheet. But it's not landscape any longer, she thought; it's people's lives, their changing lives.

And since beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful, and he is static, his life stagnates in a china sea.

To upset everything every 3 or 4 years is my notion of a happy life.

I am growing up. I am losing some illusions, perhaps to acquire others.

Habits gradually change the face of one's life as time changes one's physical face; & one does not know it.

Queer, I mused, to see what we were thinking five years ago.

But when she looked at Prue tonight, she saw this was not now quite true of her. She was just beginning, just moving, just descending.

Books, she thought, grew of themselves.

Habits gradually change the face of ones life as time changes one's physical face;& one does not know it.

That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what one wanted, and followed blindly, suffering so much in secret, always unprepared and amazed and knowing nothing; but one thing led to another and by degrees something had formed itself out of nothing, and so one reached at last this calm, this certainty, and it was this process that people called living.