Quotes About Survival

American slaves and their descendants have taken the texts of the bible in every sense of the word: embraced them, endured them, seized them, stolen them, caught them and captured them. Allen Dwight Callahan, The Talking Book

A new world With five degrees of global warming, an entirely new planet is coming into being-one largely unrecognisable from the Earth we know today. The

Modern Humans have at least dealt out death fairly: We began our existence by killing each other.

The treatment of fundamentalism may be said to have succeeded; the patient survived. But at least for the life of the mind, what survived was a patient horribly disfigured by the cure itself.

It was black, brown, yellow, and mottled, and it looked as if it had been squished between bricks. Narrow flanks allowed it to squeeze through such dense cover. These flanks were the reason people talked about being as thin as a rail.

It was not the building of bunkers beneath private land that would allow us to survive the catastrophes we faced, but the strengthening of communities that already existed.

If the choice on offer is between pasta primavera mix with freeze-dried chicken chunks and being among the first wave of deaths in the apocalypse, I hereby enthusiastically place my order for oblivion.

One of the fundamental ways man adapts is to acquire and possess property. It is how he makes his home, finds or grows food, makes clothing, and generally improves his life. Private property is not an artificial construct. It is endemic to human nature and survival.

In 1999, USA Today analyzed the statistical link between CAFE standards and traffic fatalities and reported that "46,000 people have died in crashes they would have survived in bigger, heavier cars…since 1975."32

In her 2011 book, Marx and Education, she claimed, "An important insight of Marx was that capitalism is an economic system that cannot function without fundamental inequality—meaning that inequity is built into the way the system works. Business owners must make a profit to survive, and those who do not own businesses must find jobs and work in these enterprises, if they are to provide for themselves and their families.

Such is the privilege of survival: to be allowed to fashion the means that fit our ends, to cobble together a narrative that reveals (as by the divine light of illumination) the predestined arc of our days. This is no small gift. With it we can neutralize all but the greatest losses, reduce even the greatest bastards to nothing more than bit actors in the drama of our lives, put on this earth for the sole purpose of forwarding our cause. Blessed are those who can believe their own stories.

The state has gradually annexed all the responsibilities of adulthood - health care, child care, care of the elderly - to the point where it's effectively severed its citizens from humanity's primal instincts, not the least the survival instinct...They corrode the citizen's sense of self-reliance to a potentially fatal degree.

how can you survive what life throws at you if you cannot laugh and love, and are they not the same thing?

The small luxuries of life are how we survive what the mind can't fathom.

It would be surprising if you didn't hate me for what I've had to do today. A part of me hates myself. But I have orders. Winter is coming. My country is under siege. Without this food, my people will starve. So here in Italy, and in your eyes, I'm a criminal. Back home, I'll be an unsung hero. Good. Evil. It's all a question of perspective, is it not?

For the eight thousand Italian Jews who could not be saved. For the millions taken slave by the Nazi war machine, and the countless who did not make it home. And for Robert Dehlendorf, who heard the tale first, and rescued me.

My first reaction was that the story of Pino Lella's life in the last twenty-three months of the war could not possibly be true. We would have heard it before. But then I learned that Pino—pronounced pea-no—was still alive some six decades later and back in Italy after nearly thirty years in Beverly Hills and Mammoth Lakes, California.

forty-nine thousand Jews in Italy at the time of the Nazi invasion, some forty-one thousand evaded arrest or survived the concentration camps.

Music. Wine. A cigar. The small luxuries of life are how we survive what the mind can't fathom.

For many hours on that hill that day there was little sound save that of spring birds and insects, and a warm breeze carried the scent of fields under plow. It all made Pino realize that the earth did not know war, that nature would go on no matter what horror one man might inflict on another. Nature didn't care a bit about men and their need to kill and conquer.

And with that, in the dark of the night as two thousand Jews lost their lives, Emil Martel's faith in a benevolent God, his belief in himself and in the common good of man, left him.

how can you survive what life throws at you if you cannot laugh and love,

It was one of the other things his father had told him about surviving the gulag. The worse it was, the less you thought. You had to figure out a way to go down inside yourself, find a place no one could get to, and just be. Like a bear hibernating.

and nose and pulled his cap down low over his eyes. But the snow now rode on a shuddering gale. It pounded him, found the collar of his coat, and crawled down his back. It stung his knuckles through his mittens and gnawed at the exposed right side of his face until his skin was raw and then numb.