Quotes About Survival

We feed on it, and it feeds on death." "Everything feeds on death," Mallory answered. "Especially me.

The Jacob's Ladder had brought Perceval and her people all this way, through the claws of the cold and cunning Enemy, even though she had been designed by the treacherous Builders to fail and kill them.

I have to get out of here. The bastards have Will.

I clamped and stitched and cauterized, somehow finding myself in a zone of total focus where the noises of half a hundred different species trying to make themselves urgently understood seemed distant, unreal.

We eat our mates if we can catch them. Everybody's got some evolutionary baggage that winds up maladaptive in a sophont setting.

The cold could kill me, but it's no worse than the memories. Endurable as long as I keep moving.

I shook my head, cold air seeping through the holes in my ragged gown and my plait moving like a serpent against my spine.

People like Farweather, unconstrained, create conditions so awful that people eventually decided to change themselves rather than keep living-than way.

How many can say they got to see the world end twice?

His hair was unmistakeable, a startling light color that Lesa was almost temptd to call blond, though nobody classically blond had survived Assessment.

Wolves don't live long, who walk heedlessly into a moonlit field. Even one that amounts to their backyard.

Pinion folded around her, cushioned her fall, so the impacts of shattering branches that would have also shattered her bones only knocked the wind out of her.

I may have the run away, you understand. That is the sensible thing to do when a large predator is pursuing you. No hard feelings at all.

Hey, I'd found an option that was even less appealing that starving to death. Let's hear it for human ingenuity!

Art keeping me among the living, angel?

You changed; you adapted; you made the most of what you were and strove to become more. He would survive.

You are a Conn, through and through, Ariane, and rotten with it. But it's also possible that you are our only hope for survival.

We can endure this. We endure. We live. We cooperate if we must. And then we find our vengeance.

Even after the end of the world, there was weeding.

Earth is an egg, Casey. Eventually, the hatchling either puts its beak through the shell, or it suffocates in its own waste.

If I don't report on time, the biometrics wired into my central nervous system will explode, and that'll be it for me, you, and this lovely piece of functional archaeology.

She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole. Why do we keep on? Because the berries are beautiful, and we must eat to survive. We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,element bearable to no mortal,to fish and to seals…

But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight. The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall. The spangled sea below wants me to fall. It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.