Quotes About Evolution

Everything's always ending. But everything's always beginning, too.

It feels like a threat. It feels like the world changing and leaving you behind.

old habits die slow deaths.

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true. It

But old habits die slow deaths.

It was wise enough to know itself and brave enough to be itself and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

Better by a long road.

could indicate she doesn't know who she is," he said. "Or that she does know, and doesn't like it." He looked up and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "It could indicate restlessness and dissatisfaction. It could mean her nature is changeable and she shifts her name to fit it. Or it could mean she changes her name with the hope it might help her be a different person.

Names are important as they tell you a great deal about a person. I've had more names than anyone has a right to.

Bir düÅŸünün hele, bundan yüz y?l önce olan ya da böyle bir buluÅŸ konusu olan bir ÅŸey, bugün art?k bir Allah'?n kulunu bile heyecanland?ramayacak kadar s?radan hale geliyor.

The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth, its maturity, and its old age. And only if it gives off a scent equally pleasant at all three different stages of its life, can it be called successful

Few worlds tend to have more than one sentient race. At some point in their history, worlds with more than one smart species have the tendency to do dumb things like try to wipe out their competition. I'm told that's why there are no Neanderthals left on Earth and the dragons left for space.

I think space will be conquered through the mind rather than the clumsy medium of space travel.

Every exit is an entrance to someplace else.

I don't fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.

Well I haven't fucked much with the past, But I've fucked plenty with the future. - Babelogue

For a time Robert protected me, then was dependent on me, and then possessive of me. His transformation was the rose of Genet, and he was pierced deeply by his blooming.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

We were evolving with different needs. I needed to explore beyond myself and Robert needed to search within himself. He explored the vocabulary of his work, and as his components shifted and morphed, he was in effect creating a diary of his internal evolution, heralding the emergence of a suppressed sexual identity.

But then everything eventually changes. It's the way of the world. Cycles of death and resurrection, but not always in the way we imagine. For instance, we might all resurrect looking way different, wearing outfits we'd never be caught dead in.

The only thing you can count on is change.

Shard by shard we are released from the tyranny of so-called time.

The old world and the emerging one served up in the brick and mortar of the artisan and the architects.

I think I'm constantly in a state of adjustment.