Quotes About Survival

Evolution is not stupid, and works much faster than most people realize.

Misery won't touch you gentle. It always leaves its thumbprints on you; sometimes it leaves them for others to see, sometimes for nobody but you to know of.

When you write, it's like braiding your hair. Taking a handful of coarse unruly strands and attempting to bring them unity. Your fingers have still not perfected the task. Some of the braids are long, others are short. Some are thick, others are thin. Some are heavy. Others are light. Like the diverse women of your family. Those whose fables and metaphors, whose similes and soliloquies, whose diction and je ne sais quoi daily slip into your survival soup, by way of their fingers.

it may be said unequivocally that whenever anyone is in extremis (whether it is a marital crisis, an economic crisis, a political crisis, or a health crisis), their chances of survival are far greater when their horizons are formed of projected images from their own imagination rather than being limited by what they can actually see.

You don't drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.

You don't drown by falling in water. You drown by staying there.

You don't drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.

The "dead of winter" ----- how much more dead it would be each year without the birds!

And so you carried life for the world, Mary, as you fled, to protect that very life from threats of death. Joining the world's mass of displaced people you became Refugee, Alien, Immigrant, Homeless, and settled in a foreign land-- the only place to safely nurture your fragile dream. Like so many other women who flee violence, clutching their babies, you crossed the border defining you a stranger, dependent on foreign aid, welfare and hand-outs-- the charity of others-- to feed the Son of God.

A human naturally requires Money, Shelter, and Sex for living without frustration, anger, and rage. Since as others, I realize it as well; however, I feel that as a need, not as my weakness; thus, it protects from every evil of this world.

An honest one cannot survive among the dishonest ones; whereas, a dishonest one can survive among the honest ones. Similarly, a sheep cannot survive among the wolves; conversely, a wolf can survive among sheep; indeed, the world is as that as dishonest and wolf precisely.

As flowers cannot smell their fragrance; similarly, light cannot enlighten itself; therefore, both need a mentor for survival. Factually, it shows and verifies that each one necessitates another one since no one can stand as an independent.

The world seems as under bio coronavirus warfare designedly; however, which state will initiate to notice and investigate that; whereas, the survival of humanity stands on terrible risks and danger.

I WANT TO LIVE!!

Aku berpegang pada satu hal ini: tubuhku boleh menjadi debu, tapi aku akan tetap hidup.

killing a buffalo, then cutting open its belly and crawling inside until the storm had passed. And that's what she'd done with Max, wasn't it? She'd used him to stay warm.

Where there were no other insects than the fleas our dogs carried in their thick coat, if even they had not be frozen to death.

Like hungry chickens, when we cannot be fed what we need, we feed ourselves what we can find.

Of course, it is also good to have quite a few in a group who are not so alert to all the dangers and consequences of every action. They will rush out without a whole lot of thought to explore every new thing or fight for the group or territory. Every society needs both. And maybe there is a need for more of the less sensitive because more of them tend to get killed! This is all speculation, of course.

You have tossed me a lifeline. If you only knew how I'd been drowning, how I'd considered that I'd gone down for the third time long ago, how I kept thrashing around in the water simply because I still felt the impulse to fight back and the tug of a distant shore….

What had they been thinking of, those people then? They had left their descendants almost no water and great mountains of uranium. What kind of inheritance was that? How did they think we were going to survive?

To write, you have to want something to survive you.

I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

A quien me hace daño, le pago con la misma moneda. Soy el ocho de espadas, soy la avispa que pica, soy la serpiente oscura, soy el animal invulnerable que atraviesa el fuego y no se quema.