Quotes About Survival

He did not know how long it took, but later he looked back on this time of crying in the corner of the dark cave and thought of it as when he learned the most important rule of survival, which was that feeling sorry for yourself didn't work. It wasn't just that it was wrong to do, or that it was considered incorrect. It was more than that--it didn't work.

the most important rule of survival, which was that feeling sorry for yourself didn't work.

You can take the man out of the woods, but you can't take the woods out of the man.

Brian looked back and for a moment felt afraid because the wolf was so... so right. He knew Brian, knew him and owned him and chose not to do anything to him. But the fear moved then, moved away,and Brian knew the wolf for what it was - another part of the woods, another part of all of it.

Not hope that he would be rescued--that was gone. But hope in his knowledge. Hope in the fact that he could learn and survive and take care of himself. Tough hope, he thought that night. I am full of tough hope.

As just one example of spiritualizing objects, you romanticize the South American rainforest by thinking it's one of the holiest spots on earth. If you could observe in accelerated motion what goes on underneath the ground there, you would see that the roots of the trees actually compete with each other for the water, just as all the creatures of the rainforest fight for survival.

If we can't take care of each other now, when the world is going to shit, how are we ever going to make it?

Though we live in space-age times, we still have stone-age minds. We are competitive and territorial and violent, just like our simian ancestors. There are people who insist this isn't so, who insist that they could never kill anyone, but they invariably add a telling caveat: "Unless, of course, a person tried to harm someone I love." So the resource of violence is in everyone; all that changes is our view of the justification.

because my childhood became all about prediction, I learned to live in the future. I didn't feel things in the present because I wanted to be a moving target, gone to the future before any blow could really be felt.

It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin

The world would go on; man might die, but the earth still yielded up its abundance.

Keep your right up or there'll be nothing left of you." - 100 Bullets I love this quote because it has double meaning.

only it was too late by then. Far, far too late. To preserve the life of Captain Jonathan Herschell: the last of those wartime merchant sailors who had struggled to bring Highlander into the haven of Loch Fhadaig. And some of whom had survived every hazard the Devil had cast before them. Except for the Good People themselves. Of a quiet wee village called Laichy.

The speedy evolution of antibiotic resistance is not surprising, because bacteria multiply fast and are present in enormous numbers, so that any mutation that can make a cell resistant is sure to occur in a few bacteria in a population; if the bacteria are able to survive the change to their cell functions caused by the mutation and to multiply, a resistant population can rapidly build up.

Such a process of change will be especially likely if a population is exposed to a changed environment, where a somewhat different set of characteristics is favoured from those already established by selection.

What Djaout believed was that a lot of things can be taken away from us—even our lives—but not our stories about those lives. Eventually, no bullet will outlast the speed and velocity of language.

The biology of purpose keeps my nose above the surface.

Sir Thomas Beecham once said this at the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall when I was there as a boy. He said 'I'm often asked why operas survive generation after generation—La Bohème and things like that. And I always reply. 'They survive because they consist of bloody good tunes'.

Anything can happen: anything. Or nothing. Who can say? The world, monstrous, is made that way, and in the end consumes us all. Who am I, administrated or no, to have the audacity to survive it?

The war was about everything, it was everything, and the question of where it came from was meaningless. There was only the question of how to live through it.

The war keeps taking pieces of me anyway. Makes the rest of me harder to hit.

Everybody lived like a character in a one-act play that nobody understood; getting by from one moment to the next was like trying to hold on to your hat in a gusty wind.

Almighty Elohim," said Noah, "creator of heaven and earth. Forgive our sins. Hear our prayers. May we, your servants, be found acceptable in your sight. I have not always done what you have asked of me, and it has taken your heavy rod of chastisement to bring me back in line with your purposes. I do not ask for our survival, but for your will to be done.

This world was cold and brutal, like the edge of a gladius. Not many lived into their thirties or forties with all the sicknesses, thuggery, war and revolution under Roman oppression.