Quotes About Survival

Life's final lesson,the only truthful one buried beneath a layered skein of delusions. Sooner or later,she now understood,we are all naught but food.Wolves or worms,the end abrupt or lingering,it matter not in the least.

Life is like a clam," Birds Mottle's father once told her. "Years filtering shit then some bastard cracks you open and scrapes you into its damned mouth.

I find skydiving really hard. I broke my back while skydiving when I was in the military, and for 18 months all my nightmares were about falling.

We have emotions for a reason; for instance, imagine pain. You have pain so that if you touch something that's hot, or if you slam your hand with a hammer, you will pull your hand away and not do that again.

Sleazy people are always in this business. They run the business, pretty much. There are a lot of barracudas.

Sleep is Mother Nature's best effort yet to counter death.

We ended up all living in a one-bedroom apartment that cost $80 a month and sleeping on the floor. My jacket was my first pillow. We really had nothing at all.

I've lived out in a park sleeping on the grass with no place to go; I've not eaten. I've been there.

For many years, taking care of myself consisted of showering and showing up to work on time. Sleeping and eating were inconveniences at best.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants, chased from sleeping on the street, chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas, until finally we are so hungry, sleepless, smelly, constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

If the dinosaurs are any indication, there's a place in our pantheon for the extinct. My son has a blue plushy allosaurus he calls Spot-Spot, with whom he often sleeps.

When I was 19 years old, both of my parents died in the same year; my mom of cancer and my dad in a car accident. Through the next two or three years and a series of bad decisions - all my own, I might add - I ended up literally homeless, before that was even a word. I even slept occasionally under a pier on the Gulf Coast.

I slept in closets and on floors for a long time.

Faced with the way the system does you in the 'hood sometimes, if you don't literally get out, your chances are slim. You'll definitely die mentally. You'll pretty much die physically.

Slow down and stay alive.

I called the album 'The Chemo' because it seems like the industry and music overall is dying slowly.

Evolution acts slowly. Our psychological characteristics today are those that promoted reproductive success in the ancestral environment.

I remember one of them - it was a 1941 black Ford. As it went by very slow, a guy leaned out with a shotgun, keeping a bead on us all the time, and we just had to walk slowly and wait for him to kill us... They didn't kill us, but they didn't end it, either.

'Night' may be one of the most important books that people can read today. It is a story of how hate can slowly take over a society. It shows what happens when people are dehumanized.

I finally got to watch 'Roots' in my mid-teens, on a video rental. Slowly and meticulously Roots fed its black characters through the mincing machine of American slavery. People with names, hopes and family connections were destroyed and dehumanised before my eyes.

In modern times, dogs may be pampered, but historically, a dog's life wasn't much to bark about. Hence a dog's chance is a small chance.

A small business can survive for a while without making a profit, but if its cashflow dries up, the impact is fatal.

A restaurant, a small business lives day-by-day. If they're lucky they can make maybe up to 5% profit. That's not a lot.

The fast fish, not the big fish, eats the small fish.