Quotes About Survival

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

The mosquito knows full well, small as he is he's a beast of prey. But after all he only takes his bellyful, he doesn't put my blood in the bank.

Just to keep the business mechanically going, you needed money. You had to have it. Money you have to have. You needn't really have anything else. So that's that! Since, of course, it's not your own fault you are alive. Once you are alive, money is a necessity, and the only absolute necessity. All the rest you can get along without, at a pinch. But not money. Emphatically, that's that!

Yet still in his face one saw the watchful look, the slight vacancy of a cripple. He had so very nearly lost his life, that what remained was wonderfully precious to him. It was obvious in the anxious brightness of his eyes, how proud he was, after the great shock, of being alive. But he had been so much hurt that something inside him had perished, some of his feelings had gone. There was a blank of insentience.

Lei è come un fiore dietro un sasso, vicino a una pozza gelata. No, lei non vive abbastanza.

To contemplate the extermination of the human species and the long pause that follows before some other species crops up, it calms you more than anything else.

Spader and I were nearly killed. Three times. We were also robbed and witnessed a gruesome murder. Happy birthday to me!

Life is made up of patterns. Patterns of eating, thirst, sleep, and fight-or-flight are crucial to our individual survival; patterns of courtship, sex, attachment, conflict, play, creativity, family life, and collaboration are crucial to our collective survival. Wisdom is our ability to perceive these patterns and to shape them into coherent chapters within the longer narrative of our lives.

You are going to survive. And good things are going to start to happen again. And one day you are going to look back and this will not even be such a bad thing

20,000 Years in Sing Sing

That's the problem with survival of the fittest ... the corpse at your fett. That little inconvenience.

When you deserved it, even the mail could rape you.

If there was a nuclear holocaust, there'd probably be two surviving life forms: cockroaches and Cher.

Here is a girl who is pretty in a quiet way, I told myself. I bet she's had a very hard life.

Ask any of us cynical bastards. to lift up our shirt, and we'll show you where we got shot in the heart.

I wrapped my arms around my chest. I'd read somewhere that that was an instinct left over from caveman days: protect your heart.

What doesn't kill you leaves scars, ruins your lungs, dries out all your tears, leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning wishing you weren't alive.

Life is the little that is left over from dying.

Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the freshkilled game, Soundly falling asleep on the gathered leaves, my dog and gun by my side.

In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador

Like one who keeps afloat on a shipwreck by climbing to the top of a mast that is already crumbling. But from there he has a chance to give a signal leading to his rescue." —Walter Benjamin in a letter to Gerhard Scholem dated April 17, 1931

You are not in Disneyland," he said. "The little people you see running around over here are not Mouseketeers. Some of them are friendly, and some of them have a strong desire to kill you. If you remember that, and manage to kill them before they kill you, then you have a good chance of getting through your year of service here.