Quotes About Survival

While We are out of Touch or How to Survive and Prosper during the Next Thirty Minutes by Your Friend, the Mysterious Stranger

This was the pretech experience, that even if you had no enemies the world itself could kill you. And

We're endangered by our own success.

Hexapodia as the key insight

You nearly died today,' he says. 'I almost shot you. Why didn't you shoot me, Tris?' 'I couldn't do that,' I say. 'It would have been like shooting myself.' He looks pained and leans closer to me, so his lips brush mine when he speaks.

The squeaking wheel doesn't always get the grease. Sometimes it gets replaced.

The message for business people contemplating their place in cyberspace is simple and direct: get linked or get lost.

They fall and endure. They live.

I quickly found myself in the center of the room, trussed up to a sturdy, high-backed chair, which Joaquin happily assured me was an original Louis the Fourteenth. Oh goody. I'd hate to die bound to something from IKEA.

I love the cancer spoon!

you've been rooked. You know,you got the dust off. Killed. Murdered. Clipped. It's a rough deal, but you've had some good times, right?

She needed facts. Facts were bricks. Maybe she could build herself a wall with them, too, one tall and wide and strong enough to keep her alive when he was gone.

So what if you've been blowing every paycheck on "rewarding" yourself for surviving another week?

As civilized and advanced as we may have become, we still depend on breathable air, potable water, and fertile soil for our daily existence.

We have devalued the price of the things we need most to survive on a daily basis yet overvalued many of the things we can live without.

Mortimer had maxed three credit cards stocking the cave with canned goods and medical supplies and tools and everything a man needed to live through the end of the world. There were more than a thousand books along shelves in the driest part of the cave. There used to be several boxes of pornography until Mortimer realized that he'd spent nearly ten days in a row sitting in the cave masturbating. He burned the dirty magazines to keep from doing some terrible whacking injury to himself.

survivors? Torture them? Or maybe a stable boy was too unimportant to even be noticed. Maybe he'd wake up in the morning, muck out the stalls, feed and water the horses as usual, the new masters no different from the old. But he

This is how Mortimer Tate ended up killing the first three human beings he'd laid eyes on in nearly a decade.

His stomach growled again. He couldn't remember ever being this hungry. A little brown spider scurried between his shoes. He snatched it up, shoved it in his mouth, chewed, swallowed. Wait. That's not right. Allen strongly suspected he needed to be rescued.

The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.

The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear that on growing up it would devour the other little ones.

In business, the competition will bite you if you keep running, if you stand still, they will swallow you.

I feel like Odysseus in Polyphemus's cave: "You will I eat last." To this Blumenfeld remarked on the telephone with a comforting quick wit: But Odysseus was not eaten, and it was Polyphemus who came to a bad end. […]

Why survive if it is not for those who do not?