Quotes About Survival

How can you manage all alone, Mr. Young?" His large, almost girlish eyes rested on her for a moment before he replied, and then it was in the softest and gentlest of voices. "Oh, I get along pretty well with them. 

He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial lite. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of times he obeyed.

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All the stiffness and gloss had gone out of his beautiful furry coat. The hair hung down, limp and draggled, or matted with dried blood where Hal's club had bruised him. His muscles had wasted away to knotty strings, and the flesh pads had disappeared, so that each rib and every bone in his frame were outlined cleanly through the loose hide that was wrinkled in folds of emptiness. It was heartbreaking, only Buck's heart was unbreakable.

He had never seen dogs fight as these wolfish creatures fought, and his first experience taught him an unforgetable lesson.

Colmillo Blanco aprendió una cosa pronto: que el dios ladrón era generalmente cobarde y huía fácilmente de los ruido alarmantes.

But the Wild is the Wild, and motherhood is motherhood, at all times fiercely protective whether in the Wild or out of it; and the time was to come when the she-wolf

Never, in his brief cave-life, had he encountered anything of which to be afraid.  Yet fear was in him.  It had come down to him from a remote ancestry through a thousand thousand lives.

He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death.

Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realisation would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat, a quest of ravenous animals, to be torn and slashed by their hungry fangs, to be sustenance to them as the moose and the rabbit had often been sustenance to him

The will to live, was his thought, and the thought was accompanied by a sneer.

This was his severest fight, and though in the end he killed them both, he was himself half killed in doing it.

The Complete Novels of Jack London

Often the man felt that he had bucked against the very essence of life—the unconquerable essence that swept the hawk down out of the sky like a feathered thunderbolt, that drove the great gray goose across the zones, that hurled the spawning salmon through two thousand miles of boiling Yukon flood.

Buck possedeva una qualità necessaria alla grandezza, la fantasia.

El objeto, el fin de la vida, era la carne. La vida misma era carne. La vida vivía de la vida. Unos comían y otros eran comidos. La ley consistía, pues, en eso: come o sé comido.

Se é isto que a civilização tem para oferecer ao homem, então mil vezes o estado selvagem, a nudez e os uivos, mil vezes viver no deserto e na brenha, no covil e na caverna, em vez de trucidado pela máquina e pelo Abismo!

La raza humana está condenada a hundirse cada vez más en la noche primitiva antes de recomenzar algún día un nuevo ascenso sangriento hacia la civilización.

He came to her breathing of large airs and great spaces. The blaze of tropic suns was in his face, and in his swelling, resilient muscles was the primordial vigor of life. He was marred and scarred by that mysterious world of rough men and rougher deeds, the outposts of which began beyond her horizon.

Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. The law was: EAT OR BE EATEN

The truth is that we've always been greedy and stupid. We have no imagination, and the only reason we've survived this long is that we produce just enough smart people to keep us going.

Earth . . . A dim place, ancient beyond knowledge . . . Ages of rain and wind have beaten and rounded the granite, and the sun is red and feeble . . . A million cities have lifted towers, have fallen to dust. In place of the old peoples a few thousand strange souls live. There is evil on Earth . . . Earth is dying . . .

So far as I am concerned, war is neither a game nor an occasion for gallantry, but rather an unpleasant event to be settled with the least possible hurt for one's self

Hunzel gave a fleering laugh. "Remember only that the Aquabelle work-camp is stark, and that the food — what there is of it — is sour and bitter.