Quotes About Survival

There are two problems: i. Problems of today; ii. Problems of tomorrow, for the company that hopes to stay in business

For poetry makes nothing happen: it survivesIn the valley of its saying where executivesWould never want to tamper

Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives in the valley of its saying.

Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.

Fate succombs many a species. One alone jeopardizes itself.

You were silly like us; your gift survived it all: The parish of rich women, physical decay, Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry. Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still, For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives Would never want to tamper, flows on south From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth.

I have been played at being a HERO. But I could not bear how FOOLISH I felt every time I spared someone who was determined to kill me." -Elektra (Elektra #1, page 4)

Cats know how to obtain food without labor, shelter without confinement, and love without penalties.

Truth, my friend, is food, shelter, warmth, companionship, and living to see another sunset. There, damn you. How much more elemental can you get? That's Truth.

Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.

Love is a dirty trick played on us to achieve the continuation of the species.

You know that the Tasmanians, who never committed adultery, are now extinct.

Everything in this world is eater or eaten, seed is the food, fire is the eater.

Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and furthermore, always carry a small snake.

The world is such a dangerous place a man is lucky to get out alive.

We must love one another or die

The slogan of Hell: Eat or be eaten. The slogan of Heaven: Eat and be eaten.

She survived whatever happened; she forgave; she became.

For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives In the valley of its making where executives Would never want to tamper, flows on south From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, A way of happening, a mouth.

Happy the hare at morning, for she cannot read The hunter's waking thoughts.

Thousands have lived without love, none without water.

The wolves will get you if the moths won't.

Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

On the door it says what to do to survive But we were not born to survive Only to live