Quotes About Evolution

Y lo más triste del asunto es que va a tener razón: no soy su tipo. Al menos, ya no lo soy. Porque de que lo fui , lo fui. Pero algo pasó. Y éste es el resultado, supongo.

Sai cosa si fa quando non se ne può più? Si cambia.

The evolution of a land ethic is an intellectual as well as emotional process.

It is a century now since Darwin gave us the first glimpse of the origin of species. We know now what was unknown to all the preceding caravan of generations: that men are only fellow-voyagers with other creatures in the odyssey of evolution. This new knowledge should have given us, by this time, a sense of kinship with fellow-creatures; a wish to live and let live; a sense of wonder over the magnitude and duration of the biotic enterprise.

Land, then, is not merely soil; it is a fountain of energy flowing through a circuit of soils, plants, and animals. … When a change occurs in one part of the circuit, many other parts must adjust themselves to it. …Evolutionary changes, however, are usually slow and local. Man's invention of tools has enabled him to make changes of unprecedented violence, rapidity and scope.

Above all we should, in the century since Darwin, have come to know that man, while now captain of the adventuring ship, is hardly the sole object of its quest, and that his prior assumptions to this effect arose from the simple necessity of whistling in the dark.

Nonconformity is the highest evolutionary attainment of social animals.

To us, the moment 8:17 A.M. means something - something very important, if it happens to be the starting time of our daily train. To our ancestors, such an odd eccentric instant was without significance - did not even exist. In inventing the locomotive, Watt and Stevenson were part inventors of time.

I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself.

No cuentes el tiempo sino tus transformaciones

Although really society should not change, it should mutate. And, little by little, it is mutating... ... Society is like the body of a chicken: the chicken's foot is hard and insensitive while the eye is very alive. And there are beings who embody the cells of the eyes and others who embody the cells of the feet, of the wings, or of the anus.

I thought I was what I am, but in reality I'm still what I was. And that which I was, well, I don't know what it is. Perhaps some day I will know. Then I'll be what I shall be, but I'll stop being what I am now. And ceasing to be what I am now horrifies and terrifies me. Help me, please, you two!

Failure doesn't exist. It's only a change of direction.

Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis. If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying 'And then I shall have wings and antennae,' there will never be a butterfly. The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvelous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.

Failure doesn't mean anything, it just means changing paths.

You are excrement. You can change yourself into gold.

todos hemos sido algo que muchas veces explica lo que somos ahora

algo me dice que acumulamos en algún rincón todos los yoes que creemos haber perdido por el camino.

las respuestas a las heridas más profundas suelen llegar cuando lo que somos queda definitivamente atrás y las explicaciones ya no sirven para calmar el dolor, sino para integrarlo en lo que somos o fuimos.

Listening to Ella furiously and endlessly unfurl the yarns of the Mingus tales, I understood that the need to tell stories is deeply embedded in our minds, and inseparably entangled with the mechanisms that generate and absorb language. Narrative imagination--and therefore fiction--is a basic evolutionary tool of survival. We process the world by telling stories and produce human knowledge through our engagement with imagined selves.

If you live long enough, you learn that nothing has ever been, nor will it ever be, the way it used to be.

But nothing has ever been—nor will it ever be—the way it used to be.

I would really like, in fact, to be born again in another two hundred years' time.

I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.