Quotes About Survival

I sort of feel that climate change will be solved by science. I just feel instinctively that we will find a way of saving ourselves. But I am less confident that we won't destroy ourselves in other ways.

He believed books had an aura that protected him, that without one beside him he would die. He happily slept without women. He never slept without a book.

He loved his family. But he was not proud of them. Their principal achievement was survival. It would take him a lifetime to appreciate what an achievement that was.

What I know is, you have a better chance in life-of surviving it-if you tolerate loss well;manage not to be a cynic through it all;... to connect the unequal things into a whole that preserves the good,even if the good is not simple to find. We try, as my sister said. We try.

What I know is, you have chance in life--of surviving it--if you tolerate loss well; manage not to be a cynic through it all; to subordinate, as Ruskin implied, to keep proportion, to connect the unequal things into a whole that preserves the good, even if admittedly good is often not simple to find.

I confess that the idea of taking off one's boots in a howling squall to safeguard fossils that had survived since the Precambrian had its funny side.

Trilobites survived for a total of three hundred million years, almost the whole duration of the Palaeozoic era: who are we johnny-come-latelies to label them as either 'primitive' or 'unsuccessful'? Men have so far survived half a per cent as long. There

I doubt whether there would be many readers for a post-holocaust novel that was concerned with the hero's desperate search for a mite. But alas for the world if the mites and their diminutive allies failed to prosper!

Trilobites survived for a total of three hundred million years, almost the whole duration of the Palaeozoic era:

This chapter provides a comprehensive definition of life scripts as a complex set of unconscious relational patterns based on physiological survival reactions, implicit experiential conclusions, explicit decisions, and/or self-regulating introjections, made under stress, at any developmental age, that inhibit spontaneity and limit flexibility in problem-solving, health maintenance and in relationship with people.

Forsaken, fucking in the cold, eating each other, lost runny noses, complaining all the time like so many people that we know

One of her classmates asked a prisoner what was the worst thing about being there. "The first time they fuck you in the ass," he replied, and this was the first time that she and her classmates learned about that kind of rape.

Theophilus Freeman was right over here. He's the one that sold Solomon Northup out of Twelve Years a Slave.

When the wolf is at your door, it's best to have a big gun.

In his lecture on Jesus, Brown meditated on the unlikely paradox that any institution could represent this man because institutions, by their very nature, have to follow particular laws if they are to survive and prosper; and the main law of institutional survival is that the many take precedence over the few. If institutions are to endure they have to place a higher value on their own endurance than on loyalty to individuals, no matter how attractive or charismatic they may be.

The pleasure of being alive is brought into sharper focus when you need to pay attention to staying alive.

This principle holds that a reconnection to the natural world is fundamental to human health, well-being, spirit, and survival.

Famine was the mark of a maturing agricultural society, the very badge of civilization.

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.

God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? ("Disappearing Act")

The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.

The last man in the world was irretrievably stuck with his delusions.

He forgot everything, time and place; it was just the two of them together, needing each other, survivors of a black terror embracing because they had found each other.

Time had lost its multidimensional scope. There was only the present for Robert Neville; a present based on dayto-day survival, marked by neither heights of joy nor depths of despair. I am predominantly vegetable, he often thought to himself. That was the way he wanted it