Quotes About Evolution

but other people, as we get to know them, are like a metal dipped in an acid bath, and we see them gradually lose their good qualities (and their bad qualities too, at times).

Nas?l ki baz? yarat?klar, tabiat?n üretmekten vazgeçti?i bir canl? türünün son örnekleriyse, acaba –dil, kelimeler, dü?üncelerin çözümlenmesi icat edilmemi? olsa–ruhlar aras?nda mevcut olabilecek ileti?imin yegâne örne?i de müzik mi diye dü?ünüyordum. Müzik, devam? gelmemi? bir olas?l?k gibidir; insanl?k ba?ka yollara, konu?ma ve yaz? diline sapm??t?r.

We believe that we can change the things around us in accordance with our desires—we believe it because otherwise we can see no favourable outcome. We do not think of the outcome which generally comes to pass and is also favourable: we do not succeed in changing things in accordance with our desires, but gradually our desires change.

Always remember that, when all's said and done, what does most to accelerate the evolution of the art of war is wars themselves. In

But political passions are like all the rest, they do not last. New generations arise which no longer understand them; even the generation that experienced them changes, experiences new political passions which, not being modelled exactly upon their predecessors, rehabilitate some of the excluded, the reason for exclusion having altered.

Aunque nada cambie, si yo cambio, todo cambia.

her own form is still rather vague; and we may wonder whether she will turn into a goddess, a table, or a bowl.

Time has a way of evening things out, the simple ways endure, and the fancy pants with his smart new way falls by the roadside. The best way to tell how long a thing will last is ask how long it's been around for. The newest things end soonest. And things that have been around for a good long while will last awhile to come.

It's a kind of heresy to say so, but I think our race has made forms more beautiful than what was here before us. Sometimes god's handiwork is crude. There is no more ugly thing than a lobster. There's not much pretty about a caribou. It has an ungainly walk and its touchhole voids droppings when it strains in harness. Was there a straight line on earth before we drew one?

Después de todo Blanca, ¿no es ése el sentido del amor: la transformación? Míranos a Sofía, a ti y a mí. Lo bello de nuestra amistad es cuánto hemos transformado una en la otra.

No es el cambio el que de verdad duele, se dijo, es la resistencia a él. Y se sintió

Perhaps without my always being fully conscious of it, the dishes continued to evolve, moving always toward a simpler, clearer expression of their primary flavors, and toward a steadily diminishing dependence on cooking fat.

but often discovering that the recipe had to be wholly reshaped to make room for the perceptions and experiences gained in the intervening years of cooking and teaching.

There is an enormous difference between life and intelligent life.

This doesn't mean anything about the real world and the way justice is dispensed. Or the way it should be dispensed. It won't always be this way. It may never be this way again. Ahead

My design is organic, I don't control architecture, I grow it

Is any man afraid of change? Why what can take place without change?

Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things which are, and to make new things like them.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

Just as the sand-dunes, heaped one upon another, hide each the first, so in life the former deeds are quickly hidden by those that follow after.

That which comes after ever conforms to that which has gone before.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Humankind now produces in two days the same amount of data it took us from the dawn of civilisation until 2003 to generate.

From humble bandannas do mighty albums grow...