Quotes About Survival

Man is still a savage to the extent that he has little respect for anything that cannot hurt him.

I admire the Elsie Tanners and Barbara Windsors of the world: people who have crawled back from the abyss. I'm quite camp in that respect.

Nature has not fitted man to any specific environment.

Just stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far. I will find you!

I do know its important to keep the romantic spark alive in your marriage. But with four kids, sometimes it's enough just to keep yourself alive.

I love you. You're my only reason to stay alive... if that's what I am.

The Holocaust is not a cheap soap opera. The Holocaust is not a romantic novel. It is something else.

Stand-up is like a row boat: it's fun and romantic when you're choosing to do it. But if you have no other choice than to be in a row boat it's not as enjoyable; that's survival.

Lucy woke with the munchies the night the kidnappers came for her.

So, " Cooper said conversationally. "You got hit with a shotgun blast. What's that like?"...She turned back to Cooper. "Well...um...it hurt. Like really big bee stings on crack.

It's amazing and sad what we have to do to survive sometimes.

The Bravest Thing I Ever Did Was Continuing My Life When I Wanted To Die.

Hunger makes a thief of any man.

I think that the majority of messages are validating messages to confirm the survival of conscious. And many times that validation message is negative or sad.

All the rhinos are dead, for the most part. I think that's really sad.

We are beasts, you know, beasts risen from the savannas and jungles and forests. We have come down from the trees and up out of the water, but you can never, ever fully remove the feral nature from our psyches.

Reeds are strong, you know, Ulean whispered to me. They bend during storms, rather than break. I blinked. Yes, but reeds won't hold up a house. They make a good raft, so don't write them off so fast.

Nature is fierce, and she's self-protective, and she doesn't give two hoots about us. But we need her to survive, we need her because she is the only thing that gives us life in these bodies. So we accept her capriciousness and respect the hell out of her. She's bigger and stronger than we can ever hope to be.

Cuando queremos tener un buen día, disponemos de las herramientas para tener un buen día. ¿Elegiremos ser un superviviente o una estadística, un creador o un destructor? La elección es nuestra.

It just goes against nature for a thinking and seeing being to live among these irregularities and unknown X's. It is as if someone blindfolds you and then makes you walk around like that and you feel your way around, stumbling, and you know that there is an edge somewhere very nearby and that it would only that one step for the only thing left of you to be a flattened, mangled piece of meat. Isn't that just about the same thing I'm going through?

Truth never dies, but lives a wretched life.

What is revolution except a systematic way for one species to eat another alive?

she knew that in all stories she must be left out-the life she had made for herself was a life of flight, of discarding the inessential and the essential alike, making use of the stolen pieces and memories, retreating to the lost moments of other people's lives.

People were the most dangerous animals in the world, Teacher Gu thought of telling his daughter during that visit ten years ago; stay small and unimportant, like a grain of dust,