Quotes About Survival

It is no wonder that so many children preferred life on the streets, for street children forced into petty theft and prostitution were also a singular phenomenon of 1940s Spain

its own survival into the future depended on its ability to harness economic change in order, in the immediate term, to resolve the crisis of near state bankruptcy caused by its own economic policies (autarky),

Perhaps effort doesn't matter, it isn't what ensures survival.

The strong don't necessarily survive, but the mean invariably do.

He touched her as though she were something precious and cared for. That was where the terrible power lay—not in his strength, not in some dark bespellment. His power existed because he could make her believe things she had cast away. Things that had cast her away. Things beyond reaching. If he could make her believe, she would be lost. She would never survive. The fear inside her head overwhelmed her.

I stalked around the edge of the wood, crouching low, holding my breath. My attention was microscopically fierce. I'd become a thing of eyes and will alone. Mabel held her wings out from her sides, her head snaking, reptilian, eyes glowing. It felt like I was holding the bastard offspring of a flaming torch and an assault rifle.

And when I look again she seems neither bird nor reptile, but a creature shaped by a million years of evolution for a life she's not yet lived.

Keep reindeer moss in the dark, freeze it, dry it to a crisp, it won't die. It goes dormant and waits for things to improve. Impressive stuff. I weighed the little twiggy sphere in my hand. Hardly there at all.

It wasn't just that I saw in his book, reflected backwards and dimly, my own retreat into wildness. It was this: of all the books I read as a child, his was the only one I remembered where the animal didn't die.

I know now that it is hard to live for long periods without trusting anyone or anything. It's like living without sleep; eventually it will kill you.

The tiny, hair-like feathers between her beak and eye – crines – are for catching blood so that it will dry, and flake, and fall away, and the frowning eyebrows that lend her face its hollow rapacious intensity are bony projections to protect her eyes when crashing into undergrowth after prey.

I was holding a small clump of reindeer moss in one hand, a little piece of that branching, pale green-grey lichen that can survive just about anything the world throws at it. It is patience made manifest. Keep reindeer moss in the dark, freeze it, dry it to a crisp, it won't die. It goes dormant and waits for things to improve. Impressive stuff.

Out of the ugliness of the ironworks lepers will eat, children will be born, their parents will grow old.

i]We were fighting so very hard and achieving so very little aside from staying alive. BUT THAT'S EVERYTHING, my father wrote to me, when I told him that in a letter.[/i]

She retained the opinions of trees: one of them being that it was best not to have anything to do with human folk. "Firstly, they cut us down," Rowan said. "Secondly they're all insane, though I suppose they can't help that, being rooted in water instead of earth.

What would I do in such a place? Die, I expect.

Helen Rappaport

One is never sure, watching two cats washing each other, whether it's affection, the taste, or a trial run for the jugular.

Sometimes a person had to do certain things in order to survive the hard life of a single woman with a heavy burden of responsibility to bear.

The history of the world is the record of a man in quest of his daily bread and butter.

I still have a photo on my wall of the greatest idol I will ever have in my life, and it's myself at eight. Because that's when the forces of imagination have the same value as the real world, when they're an instrument of survival: when my mother disappeared, and I imagined a mother. That was me at my best.

Normally street children are shown in terms of the tragedy of their lives - which is true - but there's also another dimension: their wisdom, dignity and enormous capacity for survival.

Assim, a integração e a participação são a obsessão dos não-participantes, daqueles que sobrevivem entre os fragmentos da sociedade possível e das ruínas do passado: excluídos da cidade, às portas do urbano […]

Self-interest is but the survival of the animal in us. Humanity only begins for man with self-surrender.