Quotes About Survival

Growing hemp as nature designed it is vital to our urgent need to reduce greenhouse gases and ensure the survival of our planet.

You mean the nobility of war, sir? The strength of our purpose and all that crap? I'm afraid I don't buy that either. The way I figure it, every day for the past 10,000 years, someone, somewhere in the world has been beating hell out of someone else. I think it's in the nature of the species.

You could grow up every which way, a tree standing tall and straight in an open field or blasted and twisted on the side of a mountain.

Homo Sapiens and their guns.

The warrior in your heart says stand your ground. Feel the survival of a thousand years of ancestors in your muscles and your blood. You have all the support you need in your bones.

celebrate your survival

Es un hecho que no podríamos vivir sin las abejas y que nuestra vida depende también de los terremotos.

Love being alive. Love your creative, distracted, overworked mind. Love your anxiety and depression and longing and wisdom. Love your food, celebrate your survival, open your senses to the mysterious communion of life right where you are.

Orwell. Wrote a book that said that a totalitarian society sustains itself by the basic selfishness of everybody. When the chips were down, his hero and heroine betrayed each other.

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.

He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.

There seems to be a tacit assumption that if grizzlies survive in Canada and Alaska, that is good enough. It is not good enough for me. Relegating grizzlies to Alaska is about like relegating happiness to heaven; one may never get there.

There's a leaf clinging fast to a branch, though withered, it somehow holds on, and a single bird singing its song, though all of its kindred have gone. And as long as that little leaf stays, and as long as that stubborn bird sings, then autumn remains in the world, and winter must wait in the wings.

If the rate of change on the outside exceeds the rate of change on the inside, the end is near.

We're all bits that the war didn't take, Flinty thought, gazing at the stranger's back. But those left behind had a right to know more about the beast who'd chewed their lives and spat the remnants out.

When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.

Animals are luckier; they can bury their heads in sand, hide under their coats, pretend to have no head at all.

The values by which we are to survive are not rules for just and unjust conduct, but are those deeper illuminations in whose light justice and injustice, good and evil, means and ends are seen in fearful sharpness of outline.

In self-defence, you know, all life eventually accommodates itself to its environment, and human life is no exception.

Survival is never more than putting off the moment of death.

When has the majority ever been right? Sure they're convinced—because they don't think things through. Humanity has survived a lot of dooms.

The caseworkers told her she was too young to remember being there, but they were wrong. She remembered the floorboards, sticky with blood, the terrifying sound of the fridge, the unstoppable thirst, and the endless blackness that came and lasted so long as she sat with her mother who would not waken.

But here alone, not needing to take care of anyone else and not caring very much what happened because all the worst things had already happened, she stepped into the