Quotes About Self-preservation

Darwin's great gift to science was simplifying all life to pure mathematics: your one and only goal on earth is multiplication. Everything you do, every instinct you have, is an evolutionary urge to make babies and leave behind as many copies of yourself as possible. From that perspective, heroism makes no sense. Why risk the grave for someone else if there's no guarantee of a biological payoff? Dying for your own kids: smart. Dying for a rival's? Genetic suicide.

Terpikir olehku, bila Sang Penyelamat dari Indonesia berniat membebaskan rakyatnya, haruslah ia dapat menyelamatkan dirinya sendiri lebih dulu.

INI. Ini leherku boleh potong... hayo, boleh penggal kepalaku... kalian bisa membunuhku .... tapi aku tidak pernah mau mengambil resiko untuk melakukan pertumpahan darah yang sia-sia, hanya karena kalian hendak melakukan sesuatu menurut kemauan kalian.

Before she'd worn her first black dress, fear had splintered into a hundred pieces inside her, and each one turned into a painful ulcer. To keep anyone from touching those spots, she'd pulled away before they got a chance.

A veces no está tan mal ser cabrón, mantiene tu dignidad a flote. Y en tiempos en que todo lo que te rodea es mierda, mantenerse a flote es importante.

Ethics has to recognize the truth, recognized in unethical thought, that egoism comes before altruism. The acts required for continued self-preservation, including the enjoyment of benefits achieved by such acts, are the first requisites to universal welfare. Unless each duly cares for himself, his care for all others is ended by death; and if each thus dies, there remain no others to be cared for.

I've always had just enough sense to spare others, but never enough to save myself from misfortune.

The world corrupts me, I think. Or perhaps it's just the weather. It pulls me down and makes me think like you, that one should shrink inside, down and down to a little point of light, preserving one's solitary soul like a flame under glass

He has never told anyone this story. He doesn't mind talking to Richard, to Rafe about his past--within reason--but he doesn't mean to give away pieces of himself.

There is a time to stand on your dignity, but there is a time to abandon it in the interests of your safety.

If what someone wants from you is an admission, it is never in your interest to give it.

Care too little, you lose them. Care too much, you get hurt

It's what's known as the 'why feed a fish if it's already in your net' mentality, but when a fish runs out of food, it has one of two choices: to escape or die

We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

She thought of something her mother had told her when she'd finally broken up with one of her most dysfunctional boyfriends. When a man tells you he's going to hurt you, believe it. They always warn you and they're always right.

I consider kissing her right there on the dirty couch, but self-preservation stops me. Once someone hurts you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you wanting them. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse

Can you save yourself?

I spent so much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have on at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it's yours.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

The downside of letting everyone know you're going to be all alone so they can attack you is that everyone knows you'll be all alone so they can attack you.

Do not engage. Remove yourself from the emotional minefield.

There is something about Veronika that makes Sophie want to fold her arms tightly across her chest and say, 'You can't have any more of me.

She'd always suspected this about herself, that right at the center of her soul was a small unbreakable stone, a cold, hard instinct for self-preservation.