Quotes About Survival

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

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

What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? What's the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood?

We are driven by five genetic needs: survival, love and belonging, power, freedom, and fun.

I have known many happy marriages, but never a compatible one. The whole aim of marriage is to fight through and survive the instant when incompatibility becomes unquestionable.

I had to remember how to eat afterward. It was like my throat'd close up. And if I ate too much, I'd lose it from my belly. Callie helped me get my strength up." Seth slid both hands into his hair. "And I started for home.

How many gunshots did a woman have to tend in one lifetime?

For a year afterward the children ran to hide themselves whenever a car backfired or a plane was flying overhead, screaming, "The FBIs are coming.

The fight for our land is at the core of our existence, as it has been for the last two hundred years. Once the land is gone, then we are gone too.

You must kill the Indian in order to save the man! " That was part of trying to escape the hard life. The missions, going to church, dressing and behaving like a wasi?un—that for her was the key which would magically unlock the door leading to the good life, the white life with a white-painted cottage, and a carpet on the floor, a shiny car in the garage, and an industrious, necktie-wearing husband who was not a wino.

I realized that what I feared the most had materialized, yet I survived.

There are no rules when it comes to survival.

What had her life been like in Venda? Or maybe, more precisely, what had they done to her? She was not the result of happy, content parents. It was like she'd been held prisoner in a cellar her whole life. She flinched at sun and an open sky. As soon as we hit the Heethe plateau, she kept her eyes straight ahead on some distant point, her focus like steel, her shoulders rigid, like she carried a heavy pack on her back.

I woke up on the floor of Lia's wagon and thought she had finally planted an ax in my skull.

I had never had to deal with dogs in Venda. There were none. They had all been eaten.

rain is both a friend and foe, depending on when it comes.

You will have to do worse things to survive. Sometimes you must kill.

We were alone, we had each other, and we had a whole wilderness ahead of us.

You must be every bit as careful and cunning, and above all, you must use every ounce of patience you possess. You must not be reckless with your own life nor with those who are with you. This beast will turn and kill you.

In the tide pool I was riveted by fat pink sea stars sitting like satisfied gangsters and seemingly unconcerned by their exposure; gulls would peck at them but the sea stars simply grew replacement limbs.

Birds cough out their lungs, fly with regret to places where their feet no longer freeze in ice. Birds start falling. Bees lie dying.

You can live through most anything as long as you have the right tranquilizers on hand.

endurance. But prospectors and Indians get a kind of a weather shell that remains on the body until death.