Quotes About Survival

Four maybe five million men killed and none of them wanting to die while hundreds maybe thousands were left crazy or blind or crippled and couldn't die no matter how hard they tried.

A man doesn't say I will starve myself to death to keep from starving, or that he'd spend all of his money to save money. Why should he be willing to die for the privilege of living?

Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shell shock. Humpty dumpty thought he was wise till gas came along and burned out his eyes. A dillar a dollar a ten o clock scholar blow off his legs and then watch him holler. Rockaby baby in the tree top don't stop a bomb or you'll probably flop. Now I lay me down to sleep my bombproof cellars good and deep but if I'm killed before I wake remember god its for your sake amen.

Jail is preschool. Prison is for those earning a Ph.D. in brutality.

My heart, soul, body, and mind all have scars that will never properly heal. Still, I survived.

It's no laughing matter when you have to fight with the roaches to see who gets the cornflakes.

They are being driven by a psychopathic Indian apparently bent on killing them all, overtaking on blind rises, racing some other bus to settle an old score, hurtling into corners without slowing down.

Survival isn't instructive, just demeaning.

In the grim darkness of the far future there is more than war. There are real people there too.

She was back on the island. On Yamatai. A hellish storm raged all around her.

It remains a sad truth of the Imperium that virtually no veteran ever comes back from fighting its wars intact. Combat alone shreds nerves and shatters bodies. But the horrors of the warp, and of foul xenos forms like the tyranid, steal sanity forever, and leave veterans fearing the shadows, and the night and, sometimes, the nature of their friends and neighbours, for the rest of their lives.

It's plainly becoming quite an imperative. Survival, as I found out a long time ago, triggers the most basic, fundamental responses in an organic form. An individual, a species… It will do almost anything, evolve in almost any way it can, in order to stay alive. I called it the Existential Maturation Trigger.

I am a rat, and I am gnawing. I am a rat.

The grenade exploded. 'You see?' said Thonius. 'You see how thinking works?' But the dreadnought wasn't finished. The blast had split its belly plates, but it was still moving, still striding, still firing. Thonius shrugged. 'Okay... we're dead.

How many bodies were floating around, and how many more would die? Not the uptown swells with cars, second homes, and wallets full of credit cards, but those who had no car, no friend with a car, those who'd never left New Orleans and weren't about to flee just because the mayor said to go.

All it took was a couple weeks and boom--they sucked the crazy out of you and your soul went with it.

So capitalists, according to Marx, quite literally rob the proletariat of their freedom, their culture and their essentially human traits, and force them to work endlessly just to acquire the basic means of survival.

I think my strength comes from being an insane drunk. Near death. Wanting death like a lover every day for years. My talent comes from madness - having survived madness.

What I want to say here is that there is a place beyond control and beyond concern that people can go, where the values and the needs of everyday life change completely. Where what matters is moment-to-moment survival to avoid mind pain.

In 1846, George Donner and his brother Jacob, Illinois farmers, set out for the promise of California in covered wagons with several families, including their own. They took a shortcut that turned out to be a longer route, hit bad weather, ran out of food, and resorted to cannibalism (yes, that means eating each other). Only a few members of the party survived.

Don't ever step on a driver ant. If you do, fifty million of its pals could swarm all over you. Great. That's all I need, to be attacked by ants. I'd rather be attacked by ants than by a golden poison dart frog. It has enough poison in it to kill ten grown men. In that case, I'm glad I'm not a grown man yet.

I'd rather be attacked by ants than by a golden poison dart frog. It has enough poison in it to kill ten grown men. In that case, I'm glad I'm not a grown man yet. But I bet a golden poison dart frog wouldn't want to get into a fight with a blue-ringed octopus. It's only the size of a golf ball, but it has enough venom to kill twenty-six people.

I thought I was gonna die. "Eeeeeeeekkkkkk!" we all screamed.

Feral cats have markings that will allow them to hide among the plants and grasses.