Quotes About Evolution

1966 and 1968 were a world removed from each other in the political and cultural life of the United States . . .

Discussion of how California has 'changed,' then, tends locally to define the more ideal California as that which existed at whatever past point the speaker first saw it: Gilroy as it was in the 1960s and Gilroy as it was fifteen years ago and Gilroy as it was when my father and I ate short ribs at the Milias Hotel are three pictures with virtually no overlap, a hologram that dematerializes as I drive through it.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

Water under the bridge and dynamite it behind you.

All that is constant about the California of my childhood is the rate at which it disappears.

I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.

people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

But time brings odd mutations, and there we were.

The words "USA Today" were heard quite a bit during the first few months of the new, faster format, as were "New Coke" and "Michael Dukakis".

I have already lost touch with a couple people I used to be.

In just such self-doubts do small towns lose their character.

Competing to be the best feeds on imitation. Competing to be unique thrives on innovation.

There was nothing to do but venture forth, in search of the person I might become. At

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

Pensate all'immagine che da una lastra fotografica si trasferisce sulla carta, diventando sempre più scura, da bianca all'oro più pallido, da ambra a seppia. Immaginate la luna mentre gira lentamente il profilo sottile fino a diventare piena, trascinando con sè le maree. Immaginate la crisalide quando schiude la bara dura della larva e mostra le ali al sole. L'insetto perfetto piange il bruco che un tempo è stato? E se ne ricorda?

A faerie heart is different from a human heart. Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again. Faerie hearts are evolutionarily less sophisticated. They are small and hard, like tiny grains of sand. Our hearts are too small to love more than one person in a lifetime.

Change is a funny thing. We never are quite sure what we are becoming or even why. Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got that way. Only one thing about change remains constant...it is always painful

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.

There is a curious thing that happens with the passage of time: a calcification of character... Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation, and to others, like a pearl.

People change, but only if you give them room to do it.

what made you happy once might not make you happy now.

it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.