Quotes About Survival

La guerre avait brûlé les uns, réchauffé les autres, comme le feu torture ou conforte, selon qu'on est placé dedans ou devant. Faut se débrouiller voilà tout.

Para el pobre existen en este mundo dos grandes formas de palmarla, por la indiferencia absoluta de sus semejantes en tiempos de paz o por la pasión homicida de los mismos en tiempos de guerra.

A poor man in this world can be done to death in two main ways, by the absolute indifference of his fellows in peacetime or by their homicidal mania when there's a war.

Dinosaurs lasted so much longer than we have, or probably will, yet their brains were so little. Meaning that stupidity is a good strategy for survival? Our level of intelligence could be a maladaptation, a wrong turn, an aberration.

he caught sight of the osprey, wheeling overhead, flying in wide circles. He hovered in the air, borne by the breeze. He made it look so easy—-just floating in the air, lazily flying over the beach and sea. But Zeb knew the bird was hunting, fighting to stay alive, riding through all the dangers hidden by the beautiful day.

Murder didn't just take one life; it stole the essence, will, and ease from everyone it touched. It took their old lives and left them to make their way in a completely new and uncertain world.

Jane's dream had ripped her heart from her chest, as if the past were a lion that could eat her alive.

Fear is the gift. It's how I will stay alert and alive.

I stared into the lion's eyes and knew that he could take me down so easily. He'd swipe me with his curved claws, clamp his fangs around my throat or my skull, kill me in an instant.

Protection came in many forms. My love of nature and my father, and their love for me, had made me strong and brave, and I had survived.

north. The stars had blazed low over the curving hills. Her father had dropped them off hungry, to make them hunt for their food. Sharpening a stick, she had waited in the rushes.

Life in general was cruel and offered only different types of voids and chaos. The only way to tolerate it, to have any hope of escaping it, I reasoned, was to know my own strength, to defy life by surviving it.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

Kittens HAVE to be drowned, I admit, or the world would be overrun. But no decent, grown-up cat should be done to death -- unless he sucks eggs.

Genuinely normal people were the first to die. Surivors were the few individuals endowed with exceptional tough-mindedness and a certain insensitivity.

The war saved my life. I don't know what I would have done without it. Now I should have the chance to be a decent human being, for I'm standing eye to eye with death.

The war has saved my life.

Families came apart and regrouped, she thought. Like water. In this desert, families were the water.

There's that common expression that goes: Don't bring a knife to a gunfight. But a knife is better than nothing.

You gotta be a generalist, in the new climate. But that's not enough either. If there's too much poison around. We're talking pesticides, mostly. Agrochemicals everywhere. Take the sparrows. So anyways, I'd pick raven. A raven can kill, but will he eat garbage? Yes. He will.

At times, when a deer saw a man walking in a forest, he might prick his ears up and stand still as a statue. Waiting. Wary. Meaning no harm. What are you? asked his ears. And oh. What am I? Sometimes the answer was, You're dead. And the deer crumpled to his knees.

You know, a survival home for chaos time? Ours is in Washington," said another yacht kid. He had a flouncy bandanna tied around his neck. A really bad idea. Fashion-wise, he seemed to be their equivalent of Low. "State, not district. Obviously," he added. "Ours is in Oregon," said James. "Huge solar array. Looks like fucking Ivanpah. Eleven backup generators.

At times, when a deer saw a man walking in the forest, he might prick up his ears and stand still as a statue. Waiting. Wary. Meaning no harm. What are you? asked his ears. And oh. What am I? Sometimes the answer was, You're dead. And the deer crumpled to his knees.

In the wild, he thought, there would be almost no waiting. Waiting was what happened to you when you lost control, when events were out of your hands or your freedom was taken from you; but in the wild there would always be trying. In the wild there must be trying and trying, he thought, and no waiting at all. Waiting was a position of dependency.