Quotes about Survival
Aren't we all like that battling giant of the forest? Don't we manage somehow to survive the rare storms and avalanches and lightning blasts of life, only to let our hearts be eaten out by little beetles of worry—little beetles that could be crushed between a finger and a thumb?
— Dale Carnegie
The Bible is the unique written Word of God. It is inerrant in its original form and infallible in all of its forms for the purpose of guiding you into a life-saving relationship with God in His kingdom. The Bible contains a body of knowledge without which human beings cannot survive. It reliably fixes the boundaries of everything God will ever say to humankind.
— Dallas Willard
I was mentally, emotionally and verbally abused by my father as far back as I can remember until I left home at the age of eighteen
— Joyce Meyer
The idea was that when faced with abundance one should consume abundantly — an idea that has survived to become the basis of our present economy. It is neither natural nor civilized, and even from a 'practical' point of view it is to the last degree brutalizing and stupid.
— Wendell Berry
It might prove out to be," Athey said, "that if we can't live together we can't live at all. Did you ever think about that?
— Wendell Berry
If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued. If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.
— William Golding
There is nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you're not hunting, but - being hunted, as if something's behind you all the time in the jungle.
— William Golding
The boys were dancing. The pile was so rotten, and now so tinder-dry, that whole limbs yielded passionately to the yellow flames that poured upwards and shook a great beards of flame twenty feet in the air. For yards round the fire the heat was like a blow, and the breeze was a river of sparks. Trunks crumbled to a white dust.
— William Golding
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.
— William Golding
He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet, rushing through the forest towards the open beach.
— William Golding
People lead lives of quiet desperation.
— Henry David Thoreau
The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection.
— Henry Ward Beecher