Quotes About Survival

with the exception of humans, all the great apes today are facing oblivion.

having freed ourselves from the constraints of evolution, humans nevertheless remain dependent on the earth's biological and geochemical systems. By disrupting these systems—cutting down tropical rainforests, altering the composition of the atmosphere, acidifying the oceans—we're putting our own survival in danger.

If warming were held to a minimum, the team estimated that between 22 and 31 percent of the species would be "committed to extinction" by 2050. If warming were to reach what was at that point considered a likely maximum—a figure that now looks too low—by the middle of this century, between 38 and 52 percent of the species would be fated to disappear.

In a similar vein, Jared Diamond has observed: "Personally, I can't fathom why Australia's giants should have survived innumerable droughts in their tens of millions of years of Australian history, and then have chosen to drop dead almost simultaneously (at least on a time scale of millions of years) precisely and just coincidentally when the first humans arrived.

It is estimated that one-third of all reef-building corals, a third of all freshwater mollusks, a third of sharks and rays, a quarter of all mammals, a fifth of all reptiles, and a sixth of all birds are headed toward oblivion.

As a historian, I have learned that, in fact, not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws.

The very worst impulses of humankind can survive generations, centuries, even millennia. And the best of our individual efforts can die with us at the end of a single lifetime.

How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?

We had lived in savannah for a million years. During that time the world got warm again and wetter, and some of the rain forest returned. But for us it was too late. By then we knew how to live only on the savannah. We could still climb trees, but we did not go back.

They found a body in the Salford cemetery, but aboveground and alive.

I never thanked you for saving my life" she finally said softly. " I never thanked you for not leaving me to die" he responded without hesitation, as though he, too, had been waiting to say the words for a long while but had never found the right time

Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember.

I am the living dead girl because I am too weak to die.

It will be over soon, finally, but the thing about hearts is that they want to keep beating. They want to keep beating.

Get up." Those were the first words I ever heard. Open my eyes, see a girl, black and blue all over, dried blood along her thighs. Red brown stains smeared across the hairless juncture between. "Get up and take a bath, Alice," the man in the blue shirt said, and Alice did. I did. That's how I was born. Naked, hairless, covered in blood like all babies. Named, bathed and then taken out into the world.

The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating. ~Kyla

Ray makes me shower once a week and I hate coming out of the bathroom. I hate knowing he's waiting for me, that he will rub his hands and himself all over me and whisper things. His hands used to make me cry, but now I'm used to them. The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.

Ray has never come out and said it, but I know from years of listening to him dream that his mother did to him what he does to me. Held him down, rubbed him raw, broke him open. In them, he cries and begs her not to touch him, that he doesn't want to go inside her, that he is a good boy, he really is. I let Ray have his nightmares, watch him thrash and listen to his voice squeak with fear. I lie there and watch him and wish he was trapped back there, with her and had never broken free.

How could someone like me survive a plane crash? I didn't look like someone who could do that. I wasn't someone who could do that Maybe I hadn't Maybe I was dead. Maybe I was l was lying on the ground somewhere, rain falling over me, into my open eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't see anything. I didn't see me.

To be asked to relive this horribly painful part of our lives and then be questioned on whether we could have or should have done more than we did to help ourselves is, frankly put, insulting. The truth of the matter is, the person being questioned survived. So that in and of itself is a big deal.