Quotes About Survival

Men do weird things when they experience fear. It's like a fight-or-flight thing.

This lesser world is all about reproduction, as you might well know. Those who cease to duplicate simply die.

Writing is survival. Not to write, for many of us, is to die. You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

Surviving, that's my plan.

It needs only to be good enough, which in the case of our species meant a level of intelligence sufficient to enable us to outwit the competitors in our ecological niche

the ability to kindle a fire, swiftly and without fail, remains the most fundamental skill of life support in the boreal forest.

The fuzz stick described in many woodcraft manuals does work, but it is slow and awkward to carve. Any

The old adage that 'there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing' is certainly true. Other

being able to catch and eat fish on a journey provides a deep spiritual connection to the land. Fishing

The international code for signalling with a whistle is: One blast – Where are you? Two blasts – Come to me Three blasts – I need help Response – One blast

The first thing to understand about travel in this environment is that the forest can be your friend; it can supply you with almost everything you need for life if you learn where and how to look. The second thing is that you can be a friend to the forest; if you consider carefully the consequences of your actions, you can learn to harvest resources without causing any harm, sometimes even assisting the natural process of forest growth.

To my mind, if you don't know anything about the lives of the people you meet then they will be inclined to treat you like a child, but if you can hunt, if you can make fire, if you can make shelter and you know how to take care of yourself, they see this; they know the time it takes to acquire those skills and they will treat you as an adult. From that, they might involve you in conversations that you would not otherwise have. That is what I wanted to try to tap into. I

Cause change and lead; accept change and survive; resist change and die.

women who were widowed or made homeless joined the nearest army, offering their services more to avoid starvation than to further their political beliefs.

Whether tenant farmers seeking their own land or cultural minorities fearful of persecution, many groups of Americans, upon surveying the political landscape of the Revolution, sided with the British for reasons that had little or nothing to do with political philosophy. Articulate and vociferous Tories might preach on the moral virtues of loyalty and the corresponding evils of revolution, but many rank-and-file loyalists operated from concrete principles of survival and self-interest.

Once they had survived the winter and returned to the warpath, these Indians would not simply be fighting for the Crown—now, they had good reasons of their own to seek revenge against the American patriots.

The notion that women were "displaying a distinctive form of patriotism" by "shaming" their men into battle oversimplifies the female experience of the Revolutionary War. Women did become more political, by necessity if not by choice—but this does not mean that the political goals of the state superceded personal commitments to family and natural instincts for survival.

You have to eat and keep going. Eating is a small, good thing in a time like this.

But without people, the village dog and pampered pet alike would soon disappear—dogs would become extinct.

A hero is someone who simply got too frightened to use his good sense and run away, then somehow lived through it all.

We all live like cockroaches in the crevices of our imagination.

I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eves still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream.

My kind of country is the clear, pure, old-fashioned kind, emotional and gutsy and also sentimental. The songs tell about real human problems - love and the pain of heartbreak and loss - in a way that shows you that the singer is no stranger to pain, and is tough enough to suffer and survive.

You worked with what you had, you did what you could, and you made choices based on need.