Quotes About Self-preservation

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness — self-preservation of an uglier stripe.

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness - self-preservation of an uglier stripe. And thus did they harden themselves, by choosing to meet hate with hate.

Apenas se cuide. Os livros podem ser imortais, mas nós não somos.

She'd poured so much of herself into keeping it buried, sometimes it felt like any energy she might have had for joy or love or light went there instead. You only had so much to give. So…

anger is a defence, not a feeling, and to analyze what feeling the anger was covering.

Sometimes you have to close yourself up. Shut the portals into the places inside you that still know how to feel. Because there's just nothing you can do.

You know, Willie, I never meant to hurt myself. I just didn't want the disease. I wouldn't do something against me. I don't think anybody ever does. You must know that, Willie. Everybody's just trying to stay safe. Even people who try to kill themselves, I bet they're still on their own sides, Willie. They just want to kill the pain. Everybody just wants to kill the pain.

She must protect herself. There would be no one to do it for her. A plan started to prick up its ears inside her, slowly, but getting stronger.

Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls or a Scarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs.

Ma come facevi ad avere un cuore quando tutti volevano averne un pezzo? E ci riuscivano, finché non te ne restava più niente. Ecco cosa intendeva. Tutti le sbranavano il cuore, come lupi. - Fin

The paradox of courage is that a man must be a little careless of his life even in order to keep it.

I am proud because I understand that there are times when self-preservation is more important than sentiment, especially when one is a mother, and I could not afford to be perpetually devoured from the inside out, surrendering my hours and days and weeks and months to this turbulent anxiety

Mrs. Bradley herself kept out of the invalid's way for almost the whole of the fortnight. This was partly for the invalid's sake, but largely for her own.

Don't kill me—you fucking cunt. Hot tip. If you're trying to get someone to not kill you, avoid calling him a fucking cunt.

You give thanks for small things. I gave thanks that I was wearing jeans, not a skirt. People start trying to kill you, you stop wearing skirts.

I considered him and felt the now familiar crush of emotions weighing on me, begging me to cave in and fall into his strong arms. I pushed back with every ounce of energy I had left. Every time I trusted someone, I got hurt. Every time I let go, I was let down. Not again. I would drive them away before the left.

A voice in her head whispers "Save Yourself". Whispers "This you can do . . .

You are as important to your health as it is to you.

If you don't take care of yourself, the undertaker will overtake that responsibility for you.

Ninety-nine percent of the people on the street will lick the flavor right off your Life Saver if you let them.

It is rare indeed that people give. Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves and what they identify with themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be.

I did not want him to know me. I did not want anyone to know me.

You do, sometimes, remind of the kind of man who is tempted to put himself in prison in order to avoid being hit by a car.

Calculating psychopaths don't shit where they eat.