Quotes About Survival

People have told me about organized crime in the fashion industry, but I can't talk about that. I'm looking to stay alive.

I have talked to people across the country struggling in the face of an altered climate. New Jersey homeowners are trying to rebuild after Superstorm Sandy. Miami government officials are trying to plan for rising seas and flooded streets. California farmers are trying to make it through the state's worst drought on record.

Every coal miner I talked to had, in his history, at least one story of a cave-in. 'Yeah, he got covered up,' is a way coal miners refer to fathers and brothers and sons who got buried alive.

The Paris peace talks kept a roof over my head and food on the table and clothes on my back because if something was said going in or coming out, I had the rent for the month.

Once he got bitten, and they all wept bitterly, expecting to see a spectacular death-agony; but he just went off into the bush and probably ate something, for he came back in a few days quite cock-a-hoop and as ready to eat snakes as ever.

Hope for what? I don't know. Maybe hope that humanity will always survive civilization.

If you are really strange you are always in enemy territory, and your constant concern is survival.

When it comes to developing and maintaining a competitive advantage for your business, there is no question in my mind that you're going to need to incorporate both data science and business intelligence together in order to survive the future hyper-competitive environment. If you are not doing so, I can guarantee that your competitors will be doing it.

Literate cultures everywhere and throughout history have had words for saying that some people are smarter than others. Given the survival value of intelligence, the concept must be still older than that.

All these scars. The road map of my life. My armor.

The things we do to stay alive for another year. Another day. Another hour. The deals we make with the universe and ourselves. You start to feel dirty.

Lions or tigers. They must be off somewhere waiting for the right moment to pounce. I like cats and don't want to hurt one, but I will beat a lion to death with a shark if it tries to take a bite out of me.

What happened to your face?" she says idly. "Which time?" "The new one." "I got shot.

If I'm going to ride this out and stay alive, then I'm king high ballbuster. I took on God and almost did the old man in. A few grumpy horns and hoofs types and a petting zoo full of rabid Pokemons? I'm Satan. I can deal that and play "Smoke on the Water" while getting a lap dance on a runaway train all at the same time.

It's more than coping. It's adaptation. You go into the dark one species and mutate to fit your surroundings. Grow better eyes and ears. Get used to the feel of the air so you can tell when something is coming at you. After a while you're so suited to the environment you're a whole new species.

Quid salvum est si Roma perit?" What is safe if Rome perishes?

Janet keeps stabbing and all clever Dan can think to do is roll up like an armadillo and hope he grows armor.

Wherever we are, it isn't like the Tenebrae. No desert monotony. No spiked mountains. It's more like forest land after a nuke attack. Bare, mossy skeleton-like trees and tough tangles of gray and green weeds sprouting on low rolling hills. Pretty much everything but the weeds seems dead here.

Goddamn nature. All it wants to do is hitch a ride, kill you, or sting you. Sometimes all at once.

That's it, fuckers. I've saved your dumb asses more than once. Let me choke you a little as I vanish into the sky.

That's where you're wrong. When a tidal wave washes out the luau, you surf it and look for land.

Maybe I'll live long enough to find out. The way the day is going, though, I'll be lucky to make it through the appetizer course.

I down whatever's in the glass, though, because at this point I'd drink paint thinner out of a hobo's galoshes.

For eleven years, I've been worked over and abused in ways you can't imagine by things you don't want to know about. I've killed every kind of vile, black-souled, dead-eyed nightmare that ever made you piss your pj's and cry for mommy in the middle of the night. I kill monsters and, if I wanted, I could say a word and burn you to powder from the inside out. I can tear any human you ever met to wet rags with my bare hands.