Quotes About Survival

Nothing will benefit human health and increase the chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet." —ALBERT EINSTEIN Considering

Tragically, most of the Jews of Italy have been deported or massacred.

Could a child who had never been inside a house, who had never seen a bathtub, or a flush toilet, who had long forgotten what his parents looked like before they were shot or burned, ever be normal?

You've never known what it is to live in the diaspora, in a country like Poland where you're hated for one crime—being a Jew.

We were soldiers, but even before we were showed how to kill our enemies, they taught us how to kill ourselves.

Le mal de vivre, 'the pain of life.' Qu'll faut bien vivre... 'that we must live with, or endure.' Vaille que vivre, this is difficult but it is something like 'we must live the life we have. We must soldier on.

I would like to think of my 'ignorance' less as a personal failing and more as a massive cultural trend, an example of doubling, of psychic numbing, that characterizes the end of the millennium. If we can't act on knowledge, then we can't survive without ignorance.

we must keep up our studies even as civilization collapses around us.

while the hookers and junkies spun like windblown litter in their wake.

If we can't act on knowledge, then we can't survive without ignorance. So we cultivate the ignorance, go to great lengths to celebrate it, even.

After a day of heat and hunger, one is weak and listless. But a certain stuport, an internal numbness, has its benefits: man could not survive here without it, for otherwise the biological, animal part of his nature would bite to death everything that is still human in him.

It is not always the best people who emerge from hiding, from the corners and cracks of that farmedout field, but often those who have proven themselves strongest, not always those who will create new values but rather those whose thick skin and internal resilience have ensured their survival.

Incluso la peor de las situaciones, si en tal nos hallamos, se descompone en elementos simples entre los cuales habrá algunos a los que asirse, como las ramas de un arbusto que creciese en la costa, para oponer resistencia a los remolinos que nos tiran hacia el fondo. Esa grieta, ese islote y esa rama nos mantienen en la superficie de la existencia.

Whoever has weapons, has food. Whoever has food, has power. We are here among people who do not contemplate transcendence and the existence of soul, the meaning of life and the nature of being. We are in a world in which man, crawling on the earth, tries to dig a few grains of wheat out of the mud, just to survive another day.

Everybody knows what the world is like: anything can happen. And here is what happened on the Dune: five people, saving the land, saved themselves. What could they have wanted before that? To try one more time. To have a chance. And they were given that chance. 'It's good,' says Rysiek, 'that they gave it to us. And that it worked out.

After all, what is a dollar but paper? A bullet can save your life. Bullets make weapons more significant, and that makes you more significant. A man's life - what is that worth? Another man exists only to the degree that he stands in your way. Life doesn't mean much, but it's better to take it from the enemy before he has time to deliver a blow.

We had to become other than we were, or cease to be at all

How have I survived uncorrupted this long, surrounded by oil-tongued flatterers like you

though. Here, besides books like Langer's Grow It!, Livingston's Guide to Edible Plants and Animals, Emery's Encyclopedia of Country Living and of course Seymour's Forgotten Arts and Crafts—their

The fact of being alive compensated for what life did to one.

Once you have been in an earthquake you know, even if you survive without a scratch, that like a stroke in the heart, it remains in the earth's breast, horribly potential, always promising to return, to hit you again, with an even more devastating force.

Without water we are nothing, the traveler thought. Even an emperor, denied water, would swiftly turn to dust. Water is the real monarch and we are all its slaves.

Captain Ahab drowned, he reminded himself; it was the trimmer, Ishmael, who survived.

History is natural selection. Mutant versions of the past struggle for dominance; new species of fact arise,and old, saurian truths go to the wall, blindfolded and smoking last cigarettes. Only the mutations of the strong survive. The weak, the anonymous, the defeated leave few marks: field-patterns, axe-heads, folk-tales, broken pitchers, burial mounds, the fading memory of their youthful beauty. History loves only those who dominate her: it is a relationship of mutual enslavement.