Quotes About Survival

One of the most oft-quoted records of the siege, scribbled in pencil over the pages of a pocket address book, is that kept by twelve-year-old Tanya Savicheva: 28 December 1941 at 12.30 a.m. – Zhenya died. 25 January 1942 at 3 p.m. – Granny died. 17 March at 5 a.m. – Lyoka died. 13 April at 2 a.m. – Uncle Vasya died. 10 May at 4 p.m. – Uncle Lyosha died. 13 May at 7.30 a.m. – Mama died. The Savichevs are dead. Everyone is dead. Only Tanya is left.

At this period, too, Leningraders resorted to their most desperate food substitutes, scraping dried glue from the underside of wallpaper and boiling up shoes and belts. (Tannery processes had changed, they discovered, since the days of Amundsen and Nansen, and the leather remained tough and inedible.)

Before the eyes of the SA unit that had not yet marched off, Beutler crawled the last stretch without help. Not on his knees, but rather, perhaps because he'd been kicked, sideways so that his face was turned up. And now as the man crept past him, Bunsen, looking down, noticed what was special about the face. It was laughing. The recaptured prisoner lay there in his bloody smock, with blood in his ears, and his large white teeth showing, and he seemed to be writhing in silent laughter.

All those boys and girls out there, once they'd passed through the Hitler Youth and the Labor Service and the army, they were like the children in the saga, children who'd been raised by wild animals to rip apart and devour their own mothers.

She stood looking down at the spot where she'd woken up shivering after sleeping outside on her first night in London. She recalled the chill, the loneliness, the feeling that she'd been on the run all her life. But nothing had been stronger than the hope that surged through her that drizzly morning.

She wasn't sure which motivation made better fuel for innovation: naïve but ethical beliefs, or the need to survive.

Are we not witnessing a strange tableau of survival whenever a bird alights on the head of a crocodile, bringing together the evolutionary offspring of Triassic and Jurassic?

She just wouldn't stop reimplementing operating system features for her programming class. The only thing keeping her alive was a feeding tube the docs had managed to force up her nose while she was in restraints.

He was right: she'd turned a shit situation into a slurry of blood-flecked diarrhea.

The more we cull diversity, the more we are vulnerable to extinction,

More likely, he would die before ever getting it. But he wanted to survive—that urge was part of his programming. It was what defined him as human-equivalent and therefore deserving autonomy. The bot had no choice but to fight for his life. Still, to Paladin, it didn't feel like a lack of choice. It felt like hope.

It's terrifying to realize that most of humanity lives in places that are destined to die.

One of the standard methods of criminal escape involved cannibalism.

early development of the region's secret police. Through both reading and conversations, I sought to understand how ordinary people learned to cope with the new regimes; how they collaborated, willingly or reluctantly; how and why they joined the party and other state institutions; how they resisted, actively or passively; how they came to make terrible choices that most of us in the West, nowadays, never have to face.

Lageris buvo sunkiausias m?s? moralin?s stipryb?s,m?s? kasdien?s moral?s egzaminas ir 99 proc. jo neišlaik?,-raš? Šalamovas.

Even Silence Has an End: My Six Years of Captivity in the Colombian Jungle in

Simon didn't think Meg really wanted to know how to eviscerate a rabbit. He could be wrong about that, but he just couldn't picture Meg pouncing on a bunny and ripping it open with her teeth. Maybe if he tried harder to picture it?

There would be a spike in the number of girls who went out for a walk in the woods and were never heard from again. There always were when stories came out portraying the terra indigene as furry humans who just wanted to be loved. Most of the terra indigene didn't want to love humans; they wanted to eat them. Why did humans have such a hard time understanding that?

And when one kind of animal overruns an area to the point where many kinds of animal begin to starve, it's up to the predators to thin out the herds before there's nothing left for anyone. That's a simple truth whether you're talking about deer or humans.

You always believed we could survive in the outside world. I'm doing everything I can to give at least some of us a chance of not only surviving but truly living.

If you believe some of the old stories, earth natives have been around in one form or another since the beginning of the world. They were the top predators then and they're the top predators now because they change as the world changes, absorbing qualities from new species of predators without losing the essence of what they are.

A leader needs to look beyond his own kind, needs the obedience of everyone in the Courtyard because we're surrounded by the enemy.

People will use anything that comes to hand when they're fighting for their lives—or for someone else's.

Why did humans give their offspring fake versions of predators that would happily eat those offspring? Those