Quotes About Survival

The purpose of man is like the purpose of a pollywog - to wiggle along as far as he can without dying; or, to hang to life until death takes him.

This is not a lament, it's the cry of a bird of prey.

She had survived like a still-moist microbe among the scorching-hot, dry rocks, thought Joana. On that already old afternoon (a circle of life closed, work finished), the afternoon she had received the man's note, she had chosen a new path. Not to run away, but to go. To use her father's untouched money, the inheritance abandoned until now, and roam, roam, be humble, suffer, be shaken to her core, without hopes. Above all without hopes

I knew that cockroaches could go more than a month without food or water. And they could even survive on wood for food. And even after you step on them they come apart slowly and keep on walking all the while. Even when they freeze, after they thaw out they keep on going. For three hundred and fifty million years, they have reproduced with no change. When the world was practically naked, they walked slowly across it.

Byrd anticipated the crisis of loneliness. What he had not counted on was how closely a man could come to dying and still not die or want to die.

A man I barely knew told me, "When the grid goes down, the mythical creatures return.

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.

Peckinpah gives the final shoot-out in which they all die a kind of orgasmic rush that releases all of us from the cinematic or, more accurately, the American fantasy that we will survive no matter what.

Exactly why we survive and can look back with furrowed brow is beyond me.

Native peoples imbibed all of the vices of U.S. citizens, they claimed, while slaves absorbed their virtues.

That was the way with Man; it had always been that way. He had carried terror with him. And the thing he was afraid of had always been himself.

Aber dann blickte ich auf. Über dem Bücherregal hing eine gerahmte Zeichnung. Sie zeigte einen Hai, der im Begriff ist, einen Barsch zu verschlingen; der Barsch seinerseits schickt sich an, eine Elritze zu schlucken, und diese wiederum will gerade einen Wurm fressen. Der Hai sagt: "Es gibt jede Menge Gerechtigkeit." Der Barsch sagt: "Es gibt ein bißchen Gerechtigkeit." Die Elritze klagt: "Es gibt keine Gerechtigkeit", und der Wurm schreit: "Hilfe!

The cost of survival is dependent on the cause of living.

The human race is bound to survival, not for self-destruction.

a reader of the Daily Mail brings it down to earth: "Only the 'elite' will go. The rest of us will be left to die.

and he wrote the single most famous poem about the death camps, "Todesfuge" (Death Fugue).

As a Jewish teenager in Czechoslovakia she was fated to be swept up by the Nazis,

Auschwitz, where she wound up in a block for young girls.

ample opportunity to realize that those who have made compromises under an occupation in order to survive are reluctant to meet anyone tactless enough to return from oblivion.

1942. All the victims were naked. The German engineer Hermann Graebe recalled one moment particularly. "I still clearly remember a dark-haired, slim girl who pointed to herself as she passed close to me and said, 'Twenty-three.

Accusing your own mother of adultery to save your skin is creativity of a kind so special it can almost be called a talent.

Friendship is not necessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

I think there's a supreme power behind the whole thing, an intelligence. Look at all of the instincts of nature, both animals and plants, the very ingenious ways they survive. If you cut yourself, you don't have to think about it.

We still got roaches on the bed, walls, and floors, but Troy ain't even crying 'bout them no more. He probably too used to them by now.