Quotes About Survival

History plays for keeps; individuals play for time.

Your name is Rain, isn't it? Rain slips in the cracks and slides through the seams. You can do it? Can't you?

I am alive. But I'm not that girl. I'm a woman grown from a life broken in the middle.

She'll have to cross the distance herself. Trust me on that, Brrr. I know about it. Either she'll choose to visit us when there is enough of her present to visit, or day by day she'll learn to survive without needing what you need and I need.

There's a reason we live in time. We are too small a flask [...] to tolerate too much knowing. Instead, truth must drip through us as through a pipette, to allow only moments of apprehension. Moments diffuse and miniature enough to be survived.

Every blade of grass counts if we are to survive.

Our "always in a hurry" ways of living seemed doubly insignificant. Intimacy with weather, terrain, and pronghorn taught me to hold each foot-worn trail in my mind as it deepened. I liked to think that a "green light" glowed inside those animals, instructing them how to survive and eat well. We humans might do the same and, in the process, vernalize our minds.

He knew that sick land meant a sick society, that the loss of biodiversity meant the end of life

You know where you are? You're in the jungle baby. You're gonna DIE!!!!

I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world

Be selfish, stupid and have good health. But if stupidity is lacking, then all is lost. Flaubert's dictum for getting through life unscathed.

How strange life is, how fickle! How little is needed for one to be ruined or saved!

Les habitants, dans leurs chambres assombries, avaient l'affolement que donnent les cataclysmes, les grands bouleversements meurtriers de la terre, contre lesquels toute sagesse et toute force sont inutiles.

The spectacle is a permanent opium war designed to force people to equate goods with commodities and to equate satisfaction with a survival that expands according to its own laws. Consumable survival must constantly expand because it never ceases to include privation . If augmented survival never comes to a resolution, if there is no point where it might stop expanding this is because it is itself stuck in the realm of privation. It may gild poverty, but it cannot transcend it.

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.

Reality is going kick your ass so far that not even Google will find you. The

The next time there's something that you can't live without, wait for a week and then see if you're still alive.

A day came when I should have died, and after that nothing seemed very important. So I have stayed as I am, without regret, separated from the normal human condition.

A day came when I should have died, and after than nothing seemed very important, so I stayed as I am, without regret separated from the normal human condition.

Peace has brought me many pleasures, but nothing as powerful as that passion for survival in wartime, that faith in love, and that sense of absolutes. It often strikes me with horror that peace is really extremely monotonous. During the terrible moments of war one longs for peace with a passion that is painful to bear. But in peacetime one should never, even for an instant, long for war!

No me importaba el futuro; huir, bien mediante curación, inconsciencia o muerte, era cuanto me importaba.

Omar realizes that the improbable fact of their survival also carries a hint of the divine. To be alive in this hole, against all odds, speaks to Omar of the existence of a higher power with some sort of plan for these still-living men.

If you're working, it's the best therapy for posttraumatic stress," Juan says. Studies have shown that the gravity of posttraumatic stress is directly proportional to the length of time one lives with the threat of death, and Juan slowly unwinds the trauma of the sixty-nine days he lived inside a thundering mountain by going to work, fixing machines, then going back home, and then returning to work again.

Héctor Tobar