Quotes About Survival

Available energy is the main object at stake in the struggle for existence and the evolution of the world.

Man, says Protagoras, now has the wisdom necessary for life ... but he does not have political wisdom. At this point, people are living spread out and hence are at the mercy of stronger animals, who begin killing them off.... They seek to save themselves from the beasts by banding together and forming cities. But they do injustice to one another, at such close quarters, because they lack the political art. So, dispersed once more, they begin perishing again.

Anticapitalism can maintain itself in existence only by sponging on capitalism.

Corinne is one of those people for whom life is just the space between crises.

There was a look in their eyes, sometimes . . . They weren't dreading the trigger being pulled, even if the gun was already pointed at them. It was as if they ran toward it. I could not fathom this, at first. How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Something still exists as long as there's someone still around to remember it.

In the wild, a calf under the age of two will not survive without its mother. In the wild, a mother's job is to teach her daughter everything she will need to know to become a mother herself. In the wild, a mother and daughter stay together until one of them dies.

It was, unbelievably, not the most depressing thing we had ever seen: a bride, ripped from her own wedding, separated from her groom, and put on a transport to Auschwitz. On the contrary, it gave us hope. It meant that no matter what was happening in this camp, no matter how many Jews they managed to round up and kill, there were still more of us out there: living lives, falling in love, getting married, assuming that tomorrow would come.

You can't create life in a place that's dying by degrees.

people who have been backed into a corner will do anything to fight their way to the center again.

According to natural selection, bees should not exist. Although workers construct the comb, tend to the queen, and feed the larvae, they're sterile themselves, and don't pass those productive genes to the next generation. Plus, stinging is suicide, and passing on a suicide gene makes no biological sense. And yet, the species has been around for a hundred million years. Why? A biologist will say it's because of group selection.

In the wild, a mother elephant and her daughter will stay together until one or the other dies.

She became whomever she needed to be to survive, but she never let anyone else define her.

I had become a bridge between the natural world and the human one. I fit into both places and belonged to neither. Half of my heart lived with the wild wolves, the other half lived with my family. In case you cannot do the math: no one can survive with half a heart.

The Center had suffered scars from the cuts of politicians and the barbs of protesters. It had licked its wounds and healed. At one point it had been called the Center for Women and Reproductive Health. But there were those who believed if you do not name a thing, it ceases to exist, and so its title was amputated, like a war injury. But still, it survived. First it became the Center for Women. And then, just: the Center.

Amnesia was one way for the mind to protect itself from reliving something that would otherwise break you apart.

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How

But let's be real. When you've already failed at killing yourself, anything else you might screw up seems minor.

On the other side of the curtain, two separate wars were being fought. One was to save the life of a women who'd been beaten to near death by her husband. The other was to allow her child to have any kind of a life at all.

Maybe because I do not like the idea of my grandmother and someone like Josef still coexisting in this world.

He taught me that if a body is easily crushed, it develops a weapon to prevent that from happening.

When he kissed me, it was with the desperation of a man who is trying to save himself.

Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.  Ã¢â'¬Â¢

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