Quotes About Survival

Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.

Marry an outdoors woman. That way, if you have to throw her out into the yard for the night, she can still survive.

The boss's got all he needs, certainly, Eats swell, Owns a lotta houses, Goes vacationin', Breaks strikes, Runs politics, bribes police, Pays off congress, And struts all over the earth-- But me, I ain't never had enough to eat. Me, I ain't never been warm in winter. Me, I ain't never known security-- All my life, been livin' hand to mouth, Hand to mouth.

Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.

So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.

Further strengthenings of the self-centered instinct for survival recruit even greater numbers of people into some sort of ring of fellowship (church or gender, red state or blue) by populating the terra incognita outside the ring with enough barbarians to verify the existence of a civilization within--to define the preferred stock by what, as all good people agree, it decidedly is not.

You just wouldn't be happy until I had to drag my ass up here to this godforsaken icebox that is. Gotta tell you I'm feelin' some hate here my man. Or I would be if I could actually feel anything other than Arctic cold gnawing at my vitals.

It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.

There were precious few people you could trust, so if you wanted to survive, you'd better always look out for Number One.

Nature doesn't give a damn for convenience, and never has.

You take care out there. Don't freeze off anything you might need later.

Hurry," she breathed. Man, talk about pressure. He was supposed to get it up while demon hordes were trying to kill him, and Satan himself was knocking at the door.

He's only mostly dead." She wrenched her head around to see Azagoth striding towards them, a trail of griminions on his heels. "M-mostly dead?" "Haven't you ever seen The Princess Bride?" It took her a second to realize he was making a joke. Mr.Serious, the Grim Fucking Reaper,was joking.

Somewhere overhead, an owl hooted, and a few minutes later, a wolf howled into the growing darkness. Reseph took comfort in the sounds, because they meant he wasn't alone. Sure, the owl might fly over and shit on him, and the wolf might eat him alive, but at least he'd have company for a little while.

Good to see nearly dying hasn't affected the fact that you're an asshole.

I nearly put you in the grave, you stupid human!

This story is about stink, after all, a story about rot, about how life grows out of the most fetid-smelling places. I leaned into the wall of the coiled cabin, snail, the body curled in upon itself, spine coiled, a snake lying in wait.

Transcendence as the only real alternative to extinction

Those who survive a long time on the battlefield start to think they're invincible. I bet you do, too, Buddy.

We will survive, Galm 1!

Yo buddy, still alive? And thanks friend. See you again

There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

Sugar is the most important thing in my life. All the rest is just to stay alive.

Every believer may not be called to preach, but every Christian is called to pray. Prayer is our duty. Prayer is our privilege. Prayer, like air, water and food, is necessary for our survival and growth. But many believers regard prayer as an optional activity.