Quotes About Survival

You don't have to fuck people over to survive.

Orang yang sudah kalah akan menggunakan tipuan apapun untuk membela diri.

Inside its crumbling walls the house is riddled with bullet holes, and in its garden only the crimson dahlias still hold their heads high. Jing is lying on a chaise longue [sic] playing with his bird. 'I thought you were in prison.' He looks up, his eyes filled with hate and desire. 'You are my prison.

because he saw me adrift in an open boat on the ocean. He said I was going to lose everything but my life, and that I would be saved but that others would be lost.

today the earth spins on and still carries you with it. Today you will survive.

Behind the flattery, the edge of mockery was plain to anyone who must, as a matter of survival, learn to detect it. page no. 15

He probably ate girls like her for breakfast. They all did. They all had. She had no intention of being eaten for breakfast, ever again. Her naughty brain took that thought, twirled it around and had a party with it.

I've never been so hungry that I was willing to lick honey off thorns.

She'd been torn, naked and defenseless, from a cocoon of privilege and power, with no skills for survival in this harsh new world.

The instinct for profit, thought Jela—personal profit. That instinct was maybe not a long-term survival trait.

She would change, but she would remember. That was—growth. Growth was key to continued existence.

Do you know what courage is? I guess you don't. Do you know that the courage it took at that moment - to actually blow yourself away - was more than enough courage to keep on living?

far as to say that white-skinned people are actually black-skinned mutants who lost the ability to produce significant amounts of eumelanin. Redheads, with their characteristic milky white skin and freckles, may be a further mutation along the same lines. In order to survive in places with infrequent and weak sunlight, such as in parts of the U.K., they may have evolved in a way that almost completely knocked out their body's ability to produce eumelanin, the brown or black pigment.

In evolutionary terms, that means we asked for it.

One species of lizard is born with a long tail and large body or a small tail and small body depending on one thing only—whether their mother smelled a lizard-eating snake while pregnant. When her babies are entering a snake-filled world, they are born with a long tail and big body, making them less likely to be snake food.

I see real love as the most fundamental of our innate capacities, never destroyed no matter what we might have gone through or might yet go through.

Maybe Wolf Larsen was right, and life is simply a mess. Maybe the strong eat the weak so they can stay strong. Maybe that's all there is.

The big eat the little. The strong eat the weak. I know where I stand in this chain, but I don't want to be eaten. I'm tired of being the weak one who get pushed around. The big question is, when the time comes, how hard will I fight?

He's been through hell and back, this dog, but he's not mean. Apollo doesn't have a mean bone in his body.

the indestructibility of the army pack mule. Falling from a height of thirty feet, one of these creatures—watched in amazement by a regiment of troopers whose colonel recorded the incident in his memoirs—"turned a somersault, struck an abutment, disappeared under water, came up, and swam ashore without disturbing his pack.

These were the red hours of the conflict, hours no man who survived them would forget, even in his sleep, forever after. Fighting thus at arm's length across that parapet, they were caught up in a waking nightmare, although they were mercifully spared the knowledge, at the outset, that it was to last for another sixteen unrelenting hours.

I learned how to stop crying. I learned how to hide inside of myself. I learned how to be somebody else. I learned how to be cold and numb.

I think the world is a series of broken dams and floods, and my cartoons are tiny little lifeboats.

I used to sleep with my books in piles all over my bed and sometimes they were the only thing keeping me warm and always the only thing keeping me alive. Books are the best and worst defense.