Quotes About Survival

She idly wonders which is crueler, man or nature. She determines it must be man. Nature has no remorse, but neither does it have malice.

Sometimes you have to be the monster to survive

the captain is supposed to go down with the ship . unless the first mate knocks him out and throws him in a lifeboat

Leadership is about keeping toilets flushing, the Admiral once said. Unless you're on the battlefront. Then it's about staying alive. Neither are pleasant.

Wars have a way reinventing people. And making too many things disappear. -Sonia

but laugh, laugh, laugh, because if you ever stop laughing, it might just tear you apart

Nature is the sum of all selfishness, forcing each and every species to viciously claw its way to survival by snuffing others in the suffocating mire of history. I

If every parent unwound a kid due to disrespect, the human race would go extinct in a single generation

He was afraid, but fear meant he was still alive.

Can't you see? I don't get to do ANYTHING I want! Because I'm too busy just trying to stay alive. And you come here with your fancy school uniform and your mother's jewelry and your neighbor's freaking car, and you think you can buy your way in? What kind of idiot buys his way into the bottom?

Nature is the sum of all selfishness, forcing each and every species to viciously claw its way to survival by snuffing others in the suffocating mire of history.

Top Ramen, my favorite comfort food—because it's comforting to know that in the event of nuclear fallout, my food has enough MSG and preservatives to out-survive all of mankind.

There are worse things than being robbed... I could smell the sick old-meat stench on his breath, like he really had eaten my grandmother. ...worse things than dyin' even. You be a good boy, Little Red, and maybe you'll get to live awhile. Maybe you'll get to die in your own natural time.

Count your blessings," the captain says. "And if you count less than ten, cut off the remaining fingers.

The fact is, 100 percent of you will still be alive, just in a divided state.

What happened to you is kind of like a fire, in a way. I saw this thing once on T.V. They said wildfires have to happen every so often. Brush gets too thick, trees get too dense. You have a hot day and whoosh! But the heathy trees survive. In fact, there are some seeds that won't even grow until they burn first. So have you lost some friends today? Maybe, but they weren't real friends. They were just brush. And the ones who stick by you, the ones who get it? They're the healthy trees.

Nature is the sum of all selfishness, forcing each and every species to viciously claw its way to survival by snuffing others in the suffocating mire of history. I endeavored to change all that. I have supplanted nature with something far better: mindful, thoughtful intent. The world is now a garden, glorious and florid. To call me unnatural is a high compliment. For am I not superior to nature?

Book smarts are nice like heelies are nice: They'll only get you so far, until you have to use your freaking feet. In fight-or-flight situations it's the street smarts that will get you out alive.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed. The

Les diría que si están huyendo, que huyan, porque tienen todo el derecho a intentar sobrevivir. Pero que no importa lo que les suceda, porque su vida tendrá sentido.

En matière de survie, il n'y a pas de seconde ou de troisième place qui tienne. C'est la médaille d'or ou la tombe. — Kelton

This time there was no delay between explosion and sound. The ends of her hair singed. Shrapnel shredded the palm leaves around her. She hit the ground, and Faraday dove on top of her to protect her. Another explosion, along with heat that she thought would ignite their flesh Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but then it faded, resolving into twangs of dying metal and the acrid smell of burning insulation. When they looked

Death by fire is the only natural death left.

Historically, fallen civilizations left behind ruins that vanished into the landscape, only to be rediscovered thousands of years later, becoming almost mystical in nature. But what happens to the institutions and edifices of a civilization that doesn't fall, but evolves beyond its own embarrassment?