Quotes About Survival

Half a lifetime ago, I was forced at knifepoint to a grabage dump and gang-raped.

She had been the daughter of a half-insane, mean old woman and an ineffective alcoholic father, and she had grown up poor and unwanted. She had been an unmarried welfare mother and finally become a drunk herself.

How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.

Medea really does behave like a man in getting her revenge, instead of letting it go like the Chorus advises. And if every woman behaved like a man, then—well, I don't see how the human race would survive.

Never underestimate small things, Captain, they have to be meaner than larger ones to survive.

In the meantime, the world had not come to an end in 1492. There were a variety of consequences of this non-event.

I will not go on, I thought. I won't. I will throw my soul to the wind and blow into a thousand pieces. I will wash up on a shore somewhere like bleached and broken driftwood. I will dry out in the sun until I-and any gift I ever had-shrivel into the sand.

An unmentored daughter is an unnurtured daughter, unnurtured in the strength she needs to Survive as an original woman in this world. Daughters, as compared to sons in a hetero-relational family, are more undernurtured in all ways by mothers and pressured prematurely to become nurturers of others—mostly of men. What also happens in this context, as Denice Yanni has pointed out, is "a silencing of woman's own needs for nurturing by making her the primary nurturer.

No matter how often I think I can't stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don't fall, I don't foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It's the same for all of us. You can't get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.

After 3.8 billion years of research and development, failures are fossils, and what surrounds us is the secret to our survival.

After 3.8 billion years of research and development, failures are fossils, and what surrounds us is the secret to survival.

At the end of the day, all you can hope for is to go on. The older I get, the more I realize that just keeping on keeping on is what life's all about.

The crow that mimics a cormorant is drowned.

The metaphor is so obvious. Easter Island isolated in the Pacific Ocean — once the island got into trouble, there was no way they could get free. There was no other people from whom they could get help. In the same way that we on Planet Earth, if we ruin our own [world], we won't be able to get help.

We know from our recent history that English did not come to replace U.S. Indian languages merely because English sounded musical to Indians' ears. Instead, the replacement entailed English-speaking immigrants' killing most Indians by war, murder, and introduced diseases, and the surviving Indians' being pressured into adopting English, the new majority language.

Yliopistossa kohtaa eloonjäämisvietin degeneroituja muotoja.

Moniko tyranni pitää itseään vain toukkana joka syö pois mädän ja sillä keinolla pelastaa koko ruumiin?

Köyhä vihaa rikasta luonnostaan, sen on verissä. Tulee aina hetki jolloin lompakkokreivit pannaan lyhtytolppaan niin kuin sika teurauskoukkuun. Sitten sika syödään. Mutta kasvaa uusia, jotka lihovat kuin niitä ruokitaan. Kunnes kävelevät kahdella jalalla kuin sadussa.

I am the Love Cactus. Make desert to me.

My advice for a person who's just fallen out of a skyscraper window is, Flap your arms...faster.

The worst is yet to come: I'm still alive.

Unless you're living on the street and surviving on a diet of discarded turkey drumsticks, there's no point in being gloomy. We've spent too long trying to cheer ourselves up by spending money on brightly coloured things we don't really need. We've stopped using our imaginations.

I had accepted beatings, loneliness, and near-starvation as normal because those things had helped me to survive. Now when these women undressed me, it felt like they were removing a shield that had become a part of me. As they peeled off layer after layer, I began to feel my age and started crying. With my tears I shed each fiber of responsibility I had in caring for my sisters and brother. I was finally being cared for as a child, and so the child inside me opened wide.

From an evolutionary perspective, we first developed a survival brain (called the reptilian system), then an emotional brain (the limbic system), and finally a thinking brain (the neocortex).