Quotes About Extinction

It is true that all forms of life, by necessity and by natural design, consume one another to live but they do not intentionally bring about another's extinction, systematically deprive other species of their source of food, or create factions and wars. They same cannot be said for human beings.

The destruction of nature will lead to the destruction of the human race, but many people seem to be convinced that even if humans should disappear, they will be brought to life again by the hand of their god. This idea, however, is nothing more than fantasy. The human race will not be born again. When the people on the earth have died out, there will be no God or Buddha to rescue them.

Peace, peace is what I seek and public calm, Endless extinction of unhappy hates.

Each day, a new crisis, a new massacre, a new threat of extinction, disease, internecine conflict, meteorological catastrophe... Behold man. Violent, self-serving and ruthless when in power; exploited, miserable and diseased when not.

I'll venture to suggest that we childless ones, whether through bravery or cowardice, constitute a kind of existential vanguard, forced by our own choices to face the naked question of existence with fewer illusions, or at least fewer consolations, than the rest of humanity, forced to prove to ourselves anew every day that extinction does not negate meaning.

You know, at times like this one feels, well, perhaps extinct animals should be left extinct.

No matter who won this battle, a race would be wiped out.

Le combat narcissique durerait aussi longtemps que la sociabilité elle-même, il en serait l'ultime vestige, mais il finirait par s'éteindre. Quant à l'amour, il ne fallait plus y compter.

No one knows what the Net will be like with emotion -' 'We know,' the Ghost said. 'Before Silence, our race was on the verge of extinction.' Violence and insanity had run rampant, savaging the PsyNet from within. 'Yes, exactly - *before* Silence. The Protocol's changed us, changed the Net. I'm alive today because of what I learned from the conditioning process. We won't go back to what we were.

Once they are gone, they are gone forever. ---- Sheila Colla, referring to our endangered native bees, as noted on the blog Liber Ero (from the book The Humane Gardener)

Just as they had followed the buffalo across the plains, wolves now followed it, in a few short years, to the brink of extinction.

There is precisely zero scientific evidence demonstrating wolves, unlike ourselves, have ever driven any species to extinction. Of course, no antiwolf advocate points to the unrestricted slaughter and habitat reduction, not by wolves but by humans, that speeded the demise of those great herds of bison, deer, and elk reported by Lewis and Clark.

An average of seventy-four species become extinct every day, which was one good reason but not the only one to hold someone's hand...

says to me are upsetting. Extinction. This is what we talk of most. What happens to a species when you destroy its natural habitat, when you corrupt its essential nature and purpose—when you take its biological instincts and mandates and use

A Caution to Everybody consider the Auk. Becoming extinct before because he forgot out to fly and could only walk. Consider Man, who may well become extinct, Because he forgot how to walk and learned to fly before he thinked.

Selagi peradaban berkembang, begitu pula nafsu. Api akan membesar terus dan menyebabkan berbagai malapetaka. Pada akhirnya seluruh dunia akan binasa. Jika manusia ingin selamat, api harus dipadamkan. Itu berarti meredam nafsu dan hidup wajar.

Oh, there are no living poets, Miss Van Damn. We're not entirely sure there ever were. They've found some shreds of sonnets in England and, embedded in a chalk wall of a cave in France, some yet undetermined thing which might be the legendary inward eye. But all evidence, such as it is, suggests that, if there ever were poets, they were all burned into extinction during the interglacial period of despair.

Though no one speaks of it, I sometimes wonder if we are marching toward extinction with each performance, too busy dancing and flying through the air to see it.

Strange to think of a form of love going extinct, like a carrier pigeon, a rare tortoise, a lilac or apple whose seeds are not to be found anymore, the scent and taste of the thing long lost, never to be touched again.

Languages are dying at an unprecedented rate. A language dies every 14 days.

Some are convinced that the universe has no point. The cosmos is indifferent, deaf to our cries and oblivious to our tears. Human beings are nothing more than molecules in motion—biological organisms trying to survive and reproduce but destined to eventual extinction along with all else in the universe. Is that the story we should believe?

We have already exterminated 90% of the fish. The fish population is 90% smaller than it was before we began to wage war on the oceans. (p. 209)

If I can get all hot under the collar about the purity of a hat, just think what I'm like when human heritage is threatened with extinction.

He was aggregating memory like a wall against extinction and the little boxes of slides were his bricks.