Quotes About Survival

What are your initial thoughts, Duffy?" he asked. "It was freezing out there, sir. Napoleon's retreat from Moscow, we had to eat the horses, we're lucky to be alive." "Your thoughts about the victim?

The most important thing is that The Chain itself continues. Some of the people on it will be richer than others, but more crucial than their wealth is the fact that they have to be clever and discreet enough to add another link and keep the whole thing going. Each individual link in The Chain is precious.

Two different things. Work is survival, and love sustains you. You have work anytime. But love? Not always.

As a solider, Ciro had learned that good men can't fix what evil men are intent on destroying. He had learned to choose what was worth holding on to, and what was worth fighting for. Every man had to decide that for himself, and some never did. He had not survived the Great War to return home the same man.

They came back To widows, To fatherless children, To screams, to sobbing. The men came back As little clay jars Full of sharp cinders.

THE WILD BOAR AND THE FOX A Wild Boar was engaged in whetting his tusks upon the trunk of a tree in the forest when a Fox came by and, seeing what he was at, said to him, Why are you doing that, pray? The huntsmen are not out to-day, and there are no other dangers at hand that I can see. True, my friend, replied the Boar, but the instant my life is in danger I shall need to use my tusks. There'll be no time to sharpen them then.

The Lion and the Fox

A mouse is too weak to fight a lion but too strong for the cords that can holds a lion.

This is not a political issue. This is a moral issue. It affects the survival of human civilization. It is not a question of Left vs. Right; it is a question of right vs. wrong. Put simply, it is wrong to destroy the habitability of our planet and ruin the prospects of every generation that follows ours.

The Politics of Fear Fear is the most powerful enemy of reason. Both fear and reason are essential to human survival, but the relationship between them is unbalanced. Reason may sometimes dissipate fear, but fear frequently shuts down reason. As Edmund Burke wrote in England twenty years before the American Revolution, "No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

We wanted to test each other's capacity for survival: only if we had tried in vain to destroy one another would we know we were safe.

It was as if a vital evolutionary advantage had been bestowed centuries ago on those members of the species who lived in a state of concern about what was to happen next. These ancestors might have failed to savour their experiences appropriately, but they had at least survived and shaped the character of their descendants, while their more focused siblings, at one with the moment and with the place where they stood, had met violent ends on the horns of unforeseen bison.

Neither does philosophy deny the utility of certain kinds of anxiety. After all, as successful insomniacs have long suggested, it may be the anxious who survive best in the world.

If our lives are dominated by a search for happiness, then perhaps few activities reveal as much about the dynamics of this quest - in all its ardur and paradoxes - than our travels. They express, however inarticulately, an understanding of what life might be about, outside the constraints of work and of the struggle for survival.

Doubt is easy when it is not a matter of survival: we are as skeptical as we can afford to be, and it is easiest to be skeptical about things that do not fundamentally sustain us. It is easy to doubt the existence of a table; it is hell to doubt the legitimacy of love.

He had the look, it seemed to me, of a man who had awakened one day to find himself clinging to the cattle catcher of an express train: under the circumstances, all one could do was to hang on.

Rachel barely noticed any of it, and not just because she was insulated by the press of bodies on every side fo her. She paid little mind to the deck buckling beneath her like a maddened mule, or even to the stink of feces and urine that the exiles were forced to void where they sat. She was simply numb, her mind having absorbed all the fear it could, like a sponge saturated with water: after a while the fear became a constant, cold companion, a simple fact of existence.

When you live from your divine nature, suffering will fall away. You will no longer see life as a jungle or live in a realm where survival is at stake. You don't deserve to suffer. No one does.

You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them killing each other for a percentage.

You try kicking some butts here and they'll eat your leg right off.

Sometimes, my friend, we are forced into situations we don't like, that make us uncomfortable, that we think we haven't a chance in hell of coping with. But people cope, Frank. They cope all the time.

A few, less constrained by pride and more resilient, survived and had children. Their offspring grew up with no illusions about the supremacy of humankind or anykind. They matured and observed the world around them through different eyes. Roll the log. Give and take. Bend with the wind. Adapt, adapt, adapt …!

was certain: His former colleagues would not understand, no matter how hard he tried to explain. No one fled the First Order and lived. The sand sucked at his feet as he stumbled toward the rising smoke. "Poe! Say something if you can hear me! Poe!" He did not expect a response, but he hoped for one. Flame had joined smoke

Two surviving human beings on the entire planet, Ruslan thought, and they can't stand each other. A fitting metaphor for the entire species.