Quotes About Survival

Still we remain, still we fight. Still we strive, still we survive.

We planted flowers last year and I didn't know if I'd be alive to see them come up.

I can't say I was ever lost but I was bewildered once for three days.

Let's be clear. The planet is not in jeopardy. We are in jeopardy. We haven't got the power to destroy the planet - or to save it. But we might have the power to save ourselves.

The power of population is so superior to the power of the earth to produce subsistence for man, that premature death must in some shape or other visit the human race.

Big fish eat small fish with as much right as they have power.

You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

My survival was up to me. I had nothing and I had no one. What I did have, I told myself, was my mind, my imagination, my memory, my feelings, my spirit. These were important and powerful things.

We don't understand the power of nature and the world because we don't live with it. Our environment is designed to sustain us. We are the domestic pets of a human zoo called civilization.

Living in a big city can be compared to existing in a jungle. One becomes a creature of the environment. The response to the rhythms and choreography is visceral and before long a dweller's conduct is as distinctive as those of a jungle inhabitant.

I could have found a dry place in the trees, but I was running and fell into a hole." The old man winked at the stranger and chuckled. "From the looks of it, the ground flew up and hit you in the face.

Sometimes," Al said slowly, "sometimes self-reliance is the key to survival, but other times cooperation

Things in our country run in spite of government, not by aid of it.

I represent what is left of a vanishing race, and that is the pedestrian.... That I am still able to be here, I owe to a keen eye and a nimble pair of legs. But I know they'll get me someday.

The best way to make a fire with two sticks is to make sure one of them is a match.

A father and his son are in a terrible car crash. The father is killed instantly—but the son survives, barely, his life hanging in the balance. He's rushed to the hospital and into surgery, but there's only one doctor there, and as soon as the doctor sees the boy, the doctor says, 'I can't operate on my own son!' How could this be, if the boy's father was killed in the crash?

Often we feel the need to say that a book isn't just about a particular time or place but is about the human spirit. People say this of Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, or Night by Elie Wiesel, or A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier by Ishmael Beah.

The Bite of the Mango,

The Lizard Cage by Karen Connelly.

Irène Némirovsky's Suite Française

Ishmael Beah's memoir of his life as a boy soldier in Sierra Leone, A Long Way Gone.

Within 10 years it will be impossible to travel to the North Pole by dog team. There will be too much open water.

We all rely on technology to communicate, to survive, to do our banking, to shop, to get informed, but none of us knows how to read and write the code.

The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.