Quotes About Survival

WE KNOW THAT to wage a nuclear war today, for example, would be a form of suicide; or that to pollute the air or the oceans in order to achieve some short-term benefit would be to destroy the very basis for our survival. As individuals and nations are becoming increasingly interdependent, we have no other choice than to develop what I call a sense of universal responsibility.

She'd done it! She'd escaped!

Pienso, luego existo. De acuerdo, pero no tenía un centavo. Todas las otras pérdidas tenían un sentido trágico, una cualidad, digamos así, simbólica: la lengua natal, la patria, los amigos. Pero ¿y el dinero? Sin dinero ¿Cómo iba a hacer, no ya para pensar sino, más directamente, para existir?

Así somos él y yo, tal vez le sirva, le digo a Renzi, tipos sin arraigo, gente anacrónica, los últimos sobrevivientes de una estirpe en disolución.

Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it. For them there is no winter food problem. They have fires and warm clothes. The winter cannot hurt them and therefore increases their sense of cleverness and security. For birds and animals, as for poor men, winter is another matter. Rabbits, like most wild animals, suffer hardship.

For that matter, Odysseus himself might have borrowed a trick or two from the rabbit hero, for he is very old and was never at a loss for a trick to deceive his enemies.

A wild animal that feels that it no longer has any reason to live reaches in the end a point when its remaining energies may actually be directed toward dying.

A foraging wild creature, intent above all upon survival, is as strong as the grass.

Bluebell had been saying that he knew the men hated us for raiding their crops and gardens, and Toadflax answered, 'That wasn't why they destroyed the warren. It was just because we were in their way. They killed us to suit themselves.

The rabbits became strange in many ways, different from other rabbits. They knew well enough what was happening. But even to themselves they pretended that all was well, for the food was good, they were protected, they had nothing to fear but the one fear; and that struck here and there, never enough at a time to drive them away.They forgot the ways of wild rabbits. They forgot El-ahrairah, for what use had they for tricks and cunning, living in the enemy's warren and paying his price?

I know. And we have no does--not one--and no does means no kittens and in a few years no warren. It may seem incredible that the rabbits had given no thought to so vital a matter. But men have made the same mistake more than once--left the whole business out of account, or been content to trust to luck and the fortune of war.

Rabbits have enough enemies as it is. They ought not to make more among themselves.

Think yourself lucky," said Bigwig, bleeding and cursing, "that I don't kill you.

even a small warren. This one had

El-arairah is a trickster," said Buckthorn. "And rabbits will always need tricks.

Richard Adams

El-ahrairah, tu pueblo no puede gobernar el mundo porque yo no lo he dispuesto así. Todo el mundo será tu enemigo, Príncipe con Mil Enemigos, y te matarán si te alcanzan. Pero antes tendrán que atraparte, a ti, que cavas y escuchas y corres, príncipe con la alarma presta. Sé astuto e ingenioso y tu pueblo nunca será destruido.

Rowf's rump slid suddenly forward as smoothly as a turd from a healthy anus.

For birds and animals, as for poor men, winter is another matter.

Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again

Life is the unknown and the unknowable, except that we are put into this world to eat, to stay alive as lone as we possibly can.

Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight—how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating.

How many you or I have outlasted doesn't matter, I think. There comes a time when the will just runs out. Doesn't matter what I think, see?

I thought maybe you'd wish for friends because you don't have any. We'll all be glad to see you die. No one's going to miss you, Gary. Maybe I'll walk behind you and spit on your brains after they blow them all over the road. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe we all will. - Garraty (to Barkovitch), The Long Walk