Quotes About Survival

Conquered people tend to be witty.

For Christ's sake don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything.

Well, what o you want? I said. I am the type of guy who couldn't survive without disfigurement. Life has worked me over. It wasn't just the war, either.... I got a bad wound, you know. But the shots of life... I gave myself a bang on the breast. Right here! You know what I mean, King?

Death discredits. Survival is the whole success. The voice of the dead goes away. There isn't any memory. The power that's established fills the earth and destiny is whatever survives, so whatever is is right.

Those are the only two classes of people there are. Some want to live, but the great majority don't.

There were people who believed Herzog was rather simple, that his humane feelings were childish. That he had been spared the destruction of certain sentiments as the pet goose is spared the axe.

We are survivors, in this age, so theories of progress ill become us, because we are intimately acquainted with the costs. To realize that you are a survivor is a shock.

At sixteen John escaped from the Warsaw ghetto, leaving behind his parents and his sister. They were killed. Everyone was killed. John somehow obtained Polish seaman's papers, and for several years he worked in the engine rooms of German freighters. When the war ended he came to Israel via Cyprus

joined Kibbutz Sdot Yam, married, and had two children. His first wife died of cancer about ten years ago and he has married again. He says, "I ask myself in what ways my life has not been typical. For a Jew from Eastern Europe it has been completely typical—war, death of mother, death of father, death of sister, four years in disguise among the Germans, death of wife, death of son. Thirty years of hard work, planting and harvesting in the kibbutz. Nothing exceptional.

The subject of all this talk is, ultimately, survival—the survival of the decent society created in Israel within a few decades.

With her death and the remarriage of my father, the children scattered. I was turned loose—freed, in a sense: free but also stunned, like someone who survives an explosion but hasn't yet grasped what has happened. I didn't know anything. At the age of eighteen, I didn't even know that I was an adolescent. Words like that came later, in the forties and fifties.

Rescue is the true aim of Zionism—not the "liberation" of the Promised Land but the rescue of the Jews, repeatedly threatened with annihilation.

He thought for a while of Mithradates, whose system learned to thrive on poison. He cheated assassins, who made the mistake of using small doses, and was pickled, not destroyed. Tutto fa brodo.

I have no reason to believe humans evolved with the capability to understand their reality. That capability was not important to survival. When it comes to evolution, any illusion that keeps us alive long enough to procreate is good enough.

What I don't claim is that the Persuasion Filter is an accurate view of reality. I have no reason to believe humans evolved with the capability to understand their reality. That capability was not important to survival. When it comes to evolution, any illusion that keeps us alive long enough to procreate is good enough.

The grand illusion of life is that our minds have the capacity to understand reality. But human minds didn't evolve to understand reality. We didn't need that capability. A clear view of reality wasn't necessary for our survival. Evolution cares only that you survive long enough to procreate. And that's a low bar. The result is that each of us is, in effect, living in our own little movie that our brain has cooked up for us to explain our experiences.

If your cave-dwelling ancestors were enamored with the beauty of the scenery instead of, let's say, the herd of carnivorous dinosaurs stampeding their way, they would not have survived to create the miracle that is you.

If your workplace was somehow transplanted into the jungle and everyone was forced to survive at a very primitive level, it's safe to say that eventually your boss would rape you.

Us, on the other hand, they can't kill. But we have to live with the memory of what they do. And really, it's what they do to us that's worse.

I've got kids that enjoy stealing. I've got kids that don't think about stealing one way or the other, and I've got kids that just tolerate stealing because they know they've got nothing else to do. But nobody--and I mean nobody --has ever been hungry for it like this boy. If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. He...steals too much .

The end of the world had taught Rachel Wheeler many lessons, but the most recent one was this: Running for your life was a bitch when you only had one leg. She tightened the moist, stained bandana that kept the worst of the leaking to a minimum, then hobbled forward another ten feet. The wild dog that had bitten her could have inflicted any number of infections, but it wasn't like she could hobble into the ER and

Although animals didn't die off to the same extent humans did, they were affected by the solar storms, too. Franklin was just glad his goats and chickens hadn't turned on him, but goats were pretty weird even without mutations.

I always, always got to be the last man standing.

And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.