Quotes About Survival

Is Bronson mad! Let me ask you! How else can I be? I'm probably the maddest guy on two legs if the truth was known, but prison will never beat me, I'd sooner die today than allow it too!

I had forgotten the fact that I had been raped, something no one would understand, how could anyone forget something as traumatic as being raped?

On this world you have the animals and they have as much right to be on this world as us; and it's man who is the reason they are pushed to extinction. They're killing them for their tusks and their horns, and these fucking idiots, they think claws will give them sex appeal and they get all fucking sissy on you.

We invent what we need to get us by, but in doing so we are really continuing to hold on to the pain of yesterday.

If I lost a bout then I soon learned not to go home straight afterwards, I would give him time to go to the bar first. Event though I'd go to all of that trouble to escape his ranting and raving, my father would come home steaming drunk, drag me out of bed whilst I was still half asleep and beat the living shit out of me!

Once the cons were in the cell, they'd pull razors or homemade daggers out and rob the YOs of their trainers, leather jackets or jewellery. You couldn't placate them; it would be akin to expecting not to be bitten from a Rhodesian Ridgeback whilst petting it! Bar L was full of rough, colourful and out-of-control junkies who wouldn't think twice about stabbing you or slashing you just to get what you had on your feet to pay for their next hit of smack.

In Polmont, everyone was acting the hard man and giving it the large. I had to fight or cosh or do something to be accepted. I can tell you, it was better to be in a gang than being on your own, and I'd do anything in Polmont, no questions asked!

A madman overcomes it by adapting to his surroundings. You can't give up. Why die? There is always another mission; it's the missions that keep you alive.

Arms are the profession of exiles. (311)

Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill.

Somebody, crowd me with love. Somebody, force me to care. Somebody, make me come through, I'll always be there, as frightened as you, to help us survive being alive!

Though it may seem a remote possibility to us now, during the formation of the human brain the fear of being grabbed by sharp claws, dragged into a dark hole, and eaten alive was not an abstraction.

A lot of people ask me if I were shipwrecked, and could have only one book, what would it be? I always say, "How to Build a Boat.

Answer. The National Monument land grab is just that. The Elite are digging underground bases under every city with high chances of survival, so it makes sense to do the same under their hidey-holes.

the most desolate location on the planet, nature had found a way to allow life to not only exist, but to thrive.

Ebb and flow … risk and reward … life and death?such was the balance of nature.

and their ability to ventilate their lungs, amphibians developed a

atmosphere, blotting out the sun. The fires subsided, giving way to an ensuing ice age

sparing only those species that could adapt to

Gills would evolve into

What happened? Are you alright?" "I'm attached to the rescue cable. Lost both wings when I had a little run in with Maren's monster." "The liopleurodon?

Mac, do you think we're going to make it?" "I don't know, kid. Keeping that shark alive is going to be a real challenge. Forget the millions of dollars needed just to finish the facility; I was watching a special on Megs … they said a full-grown Megalodon required twenty-five hundred pounds of food a day to live. Where the hell are we going to come up with the resources to bring in that much food?" "Mac, I was talking about me and Jonas.

Barely able to propel himself forward, Scarface fights to stabilize himself

A rhyme invented by Russian conscripts went: Afghanistan A wonderland Just drop into a store And you'll be seen no more13