Quotes About Survival

And he'd grown as a cactus grows, bitter and prickly and tough enough to survive what came his way.

The ones he bred there in the desert, their bodies changed—or changed back, I should say. Their chests expanded from the effort of running in the sand, their eyelashes thickened to keep the fine particles out.

Later, when he was able to grasp it between shaking hands and pour a trickle into his mouth, the pain of swallowing made him pass out again. In his dreams, he was once again bound on the sloping ladder, the water cascading into his mouth, his own involuntary swallowing pulling the narrow length of linen farther and farther into his gut.

Unhappy people do the oddest, most terrible things, just trying to keep despair at bay. All you have to do is accept them...go around them...take evasive action.

Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.

Rabbit, I am alive. I breathe, and I move, so I am alive. Is that clear? Whatever ordeals are yet to come, I am alive.

Het was verschrikkelijk, zeker, maar er was al zoveel verschrikkelijks in mijn leven gebeurd dat ik - hoe, dat zoude wel altijd een raadsel blijven - had overleefd en doorstaan... Misschien kon dit er nog net bij...

There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope.

Why? Why did we walk like meek sheep to the slaughter-house? Why did we not fight back? What had we to lose? Nothing but our lives. Why did we not run away and hide? We might have had a chance to survive. Why did we walk deliberately and obediently into their clutches? I know why. Because we had faith in humanity. Because we did not really think that human beings were capable of committing such crimes.

I was fortunate to have had a happy childhood, one that in all probability was not as perfect as I have chosen to remember. But its memory has helped me survive, and I have used it as a beacon to illuminate the darkness of the tragedy that followed, just as I often use the darkness of past despair to show me the blessings which I might otherwise take for granted.

All societies on the verge of death are masculine. A society can survive with only one man; no society will survive a shortage of women.

The problem of the survival of humanity is not a matter of ensuring the birth of future generations but of limiting it. The immediate danger to humanity is that of total annihilation within a generation or two, not the failure of mankind to breed. A woman seeking alternative modes of life is no longer morally bound to pay her debt to nature.

What is sport to the cat is death to the mouse

Necessity teaches all things

Medicines are not meat to live by.

If you panic...you die.

Onkel meg her og onkel meg der,» freste Skarphedin. «Stapp buken full av kjørvel og finraspet einer sammen med en god klatt Dijon-sennep, pakk den i folie og legg den i glørne. Trenger jeg fortelle deg dette, gutt! Jeg er sulten som en ulv!»

Mr. Alden and Henry decided to take turns putting wood on the fire during the night. There was plenty of wood. They all lay down in a row. Benny was on one side of Grandfather, and Violet was on the other.

Man is almost always as wicked as his needs require.

We are exquisitely social creatures. Our survival depends on understanding the actions, intentions and emotions of others. Mirror neurons allow us to grasp the minds of others not through conceptual reasoning but through direct simulation. By feeling, not by thinking.

To a billion people around the world surviving on just a dollar a day, the question of what to eat tonight is more about life and death than about recipes. The struggle of poor people around the globe weighs heavily on me, especially now that I am a mother, which is why I work with Oxfam.

The dwarf and the woman, lucky miscreants, outlanders, errors that should not exist but lived on anyway. (314)

As we shall see below, without that tinge of moral remorse, however, there would have been no catharsis, and therefore no surviving culture.

Living systems can only count on a limited economy of resources in an environment that carries multiple demands for survival.