Quotes About Survival

It's like if you plant something in the concrete and if it grow and the rose petal got all kinda scratches and marks, you ain't gonna say "damn, look at all the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from the concrete.." you gonna be like "DAMN! a ROSE grew from the CONCRETE?

Don't live to fight, fight to live.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete Proving nature's laws wrong it learned to walk without having feet Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams it learned to breathe fresh air Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared!

get through the spring, summer, and autumn living paycheck to paycheck, but during the chilly months of winter, the money ran out and I couldn't pay my rent. The unthinkable happened. I became homeless. I'd sleep in my car and try to keep warm by running the heater or wrapping myself in a quilt Aunt Mae had given me. If I had some cash, I'd crash in a pay-by-the-week hotel room.

I remember one really horrible fight when he was tearing into my mother—and then he came after me with a fury I had never seen before. I was beaten bloody that night.

pendant qu'un détenu se coupe les veines et s'effondre dans son sang, ses compagnons de cellule terminent tranquillement le petit déjeuner. « Un homme perd son sang sous mes yeux et je lèche le fond de mon écuelle en ne pensant qu'au moment où l'on va me rapporter encore à manger. Reste-t-il encore en moi, en nous qui sommes ici, quelque chose d'humain ? »

Each cell of a living organism cooperates with the cell next to it. It does not need any sentiment or declarations of undying love to do so. Each cell is wise enough to know that if its neighbour goes, it also goes. The cells stick together not out of brotherhood, love and that kind of thing, but out of the urgent drive to survive.   It is the same with us, but only in a larger scale. Soon we will all come to know one simple thing: if I try to destroy you, I will also be destroyed.

The fear of extinction will probably bring us together, not 'love' or feeling of brotherhood.

I still maintain that it is not love, compassion, humanism, or brotherly sentiments that will save mankind. No, not at all. It is the sheer terror of extinction that can save us, if anything can.

I have to accept the reality of present-day capitalist society however exploitative or inhumane it may seem to be. Not because it is the best system that can ever be, or because its exploitation and inhumanity are unreal, but for pure and simple reasons of survival. The acceptance has only a functional value. Nothing more and nothing less. If I do not accept social reality as it is imposed on me, I will "end up in the loony-bin singing merry melodies and loony tunes.

Vegetarianism for what? For some spiritual goals? One form of life lives off another. That's a fact, whether you like it or not.

The very motivation, the drive behind our demand to understand the laws of nature is to use them for the purpose of continuing the human species at the expense of every other form of life on this planet.

To survive, you must tell stories.

The good thing about pain is it lets you know you're still alive.

Every survival kit should include a sense of humor.

Birds have bills too, and they keep on singing

An effective way to deal with predators is to taste terrible.

War doesn't determine who is right, only who is left.

Deine Anpassungsfäheigkeit—Your ability to adapt," her husband said, "is far more dangerous to you than any of them will ever be. You'll keep adapting and adapting until nothing is left.

Princess Harriet celebrated her newfound freedom by jumping from the top of the highest tower in the kingdom into the moat. She survived three jumps and a belly-flop, because the curse did indeed have to keep her alive until her twelfth birthday. Wicked fairies put a lot of work into their curses, and they hate to see them thwarted by unfortunate accidents.

Once upon a time, there was a little creature that was rather small and rather wicked and it lived all alone in the woods. The little creature lived in a little den, at the bottom of a little ravine, filled with not-at-all little brambles and on the edge of a forest that could only be described as really freakin' huge.

Es ist dieses Bild, mit dem ich lebe, sagte Dahlem, dieser vor den Flammen in den Tod springende Mann. Das Etui erinnert mich nicht nur an mein gerettetes Leben, sondern auch an den Tod des anderen. Der Splitter ist der blinde, sinnlose Zufall Leben.

I am fearing because I am seeing that the only way not to be fighting is to die. I am not wanting to die.

I am remembering the soldier who are coming to my village and I am holding my machete closer. I am liking how it is feeling in my hand, like it is almost part of my body.