Quotes About Survival

How often had life begun on Earth, and been scalded from its face, and formed again?

But if he's right, then… Harvey glanced at the globe he had brought from his office. He had outlined circles in Magic Marker: the Sea of Japan, the Bay of Bengal, the arc of islands that mark the Indies Sea, a double circle within the Gulf of Mexico. If an asteroid strike had made any one of those, the oceans would have boiled, all life would have been cremated. How often had life begun on Earth, and been scalded from its face, and formed again?

brachiating hominids.

I think that of the three of us, I alone have no food supply, said the kzin.

Softly Louis asked, When did you figure this out? Some time ago. It did not seem important to our survival.

It—it ought to be pretty well closed off for an intelligent species, she said. Species evolve to meet the environment. An intelligent species changes the environment to suit itself. As soon as a species becomes intelligent, it should stop evolving.

She probably called to see if you're still alive," Hoffa deadpanned. In a voice meant for everyone to hear, Kennedy said, "I'm still alive, dear. If you hear a big explosion, I probably won't be.

It leaves you in the same strange place, trying to figure out how to navigate the world without the most important person watching.

every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

The only thing that had saved her then was knitting. In prison she had become a compulsive knitter. Knitting allowed her to unite, to connect, to integrate. With every stitch she held on to dear life. Threads hold us together.

Estos grandes astros han sobrevivido millones de años gracias a que se cuidan mucho de no absorber los rayos ardientes que los amantes de todo el mundo les lanzan noche tras noche.

Everything from the little house was in the wagon except the beds and tables and chairs. They did not need to take these, because Pa could always make new ones.

Then Pa looked at Ma and said, Nobody'd starve to death when you were around, Caroline. Well, no, Ma said. No, Charles, not if you were there to provide for us. Pa was pleased.

Under the whole sky there was nothing but the white land, the snow blowing, and the wind and the cold. He was not afraid. He knew where the town was and as long as the sun was in the sky or the moon or the stars he could not be lost. But he had a feeling colder than the wind. He felt that he was the only life on the cold earth under the cold sky; he and his horse alone in an enormous coldness.

wolves would eat little girls.

When Pa went into the Big Woods, he always made sure that the bullet pouch was full of bullets, and that the tin patch box and the box of caps were with it in his pockets. The powder horn and a small sharp hatchet hung at his belt and he carried the gun ready loaded on his shoulder. He always reloaded the gun as soon as he had fired it, for, he said, he did not want to meet trouble with an empty gun.

In the bitter cold weather Pa could not be sure of finding any wild game to shoot for meat. The

She might not be as strong as everyone she met, or as fast, or even as smart. But she could bullshit with the best of them. Combine that with a license to carry, and a girl could more than get by in this life.

Maybe it's true that shared trauma brings people closer together-a common hardship, a battle to survive-because when times are quiet people relax and go their own separate ways. They're lulled into believing they've got everything under control and don't need what they did before.

Hell no. You're what saved you, kid. Not divine intervention.

You have to hit it," she told herself. "This could be life or death." She positioned her rifle and made herself comfortable on the rock. Chief had disappeared. A hawk screed high overhead. She

Sticks and stones will break your bones, but failure will get you killed.

Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.

One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.