After one hundred days of confinement following a bone marrow transplant, I rejoiced in taking short walks to a nearby park as I was writing ‘Girl in Hyacinth Blue.’ The uncertainty of my survival made every blade of grass gorgeous in its green intensity, lifting itself up, doing its part to make the world beautiful.
I’m always looking for a story of survival.
When you receive a cancer diagnosis, you’re more vulnerable than at any other time in your life. I’ve personally had the experience twice. My only hope for survival was alternatives. But that was my decision, what I thought was best for me.
Every story I do is about people. It’s my survival instinct – one person, one story.
I grew up in the southern United States in a city which at that time during the late ’40’s and early ’50’s was the most segregated city in the country, and in a sense learning how to oppose the status quo was a question of survival.
I’m not quite sure precisely when social and political activism became a visible brand of my DNA, but it seems to me that I was born into it. It is hard to be born into the experience in the world of poverty and not develop some instinct for survival and resistance to those things that oppress you.
The mother’s battle for her child with sickness, with poverty, with war, with all the forces of exploitation and callousness that cheapen human life needs to become a common human battle, waged in love and in the passion for survival.
When you lose a parent at ten years old, the world seems like a much scarier place. It makes complete sense to me that I took survival courses when I was a teenager and started going to war zones as a reporter. I didn’t ever want to be taken advantage of, and I wanted to be able to take care of those around me.
We truly have an ancient part of the brain that was about survival when we were prey but we seem to have gone past prey. We eat everything and nothing eats us.
Because our homeland and very survival are once more at stake, the American people can’t afford to treat this new war against terrorism like they did Vietnam.
Cancer cells come pre-programmed to execute a well-defined cascade of changes, seemingly designed to facilitate both their enhanced survival and their dissemination through the bloodstream. There is even an air of conspiracy in the way that tumours use chemical signals to create cancer-friendly niches in remote organs.
I am passionately invested in the survival of Israel and everything Israel represents. But I am extremely critical of much of its policy. I believe that the occupation must end. And if it doesn’t, it will end Israel. I’m not in favor of settlements.
Growing up with Koli boys is a different experience. It teaches you survival.
Most travel disasters turn into something else: a story of survival, a story of bravery, of heroism, sometimes villainy. You just don’t know when it starts where it’s going to go because they are unexpected events.
I learned how to comport myself among trolls, elves, hobbits or goblins. I learned that a friend can be lost to greed and avarice. I learned that solving riddles may be as important a survival skill as bowmanship. I know how to talk to a dragon, and that it’s best not to.
We finally understand in general terms how a cell is organized, how its specialized organs function in a well integrated manner to insure its survival and replication.
I know that in the battle of ideas, Republican politicians are at a distinct disadvantage. Their fundamental philosophy – which I characterize as survival of the fittest, richest and whitest – is too callous for most Americans.
I invented Christine as a survival technique. I was inspired by the idea that everyone could have a Christine inside to wake.
I eat healthily as much as I can – meat, protein, carbs as well. I like my pasta; I like my rice. I like to have that sort of sustenance in me, because I’m always thinking of survival.
In the wild, those traits that are adaptive for survival and reproductive advantage are brought out through natural selection. So cats that were fierce, furtive hunters, alert to the snapping of every twig, with coats that gave them good camouflage, would have been favored by evolution.
When you’re in survival mode, you numb yourself.
When you’re in the battlefield, survival is all there is. Death is the only great emotion.
Resilience is distinct from mere survival, and more than mere endurance. Resilience is often endurance with direction.
Nations, like stars, are entitled to eclipse. All is well, provided the light returns and the eclipse does not become endless night. Dawn and resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is the same as the survival of the soul.
I still look forward to doing things I’ve never done before. But the fear beforehand is always worse than the actual moment. Leading up to it, especially before the match, is when the butterflies are at their worst. But in the match, the creatures – my fans – fuel me. They’re a huge superpower for me and my survival.
Wit and playfulness represent a desperately serious transcendence of evil. Humor is both a form of wisdom and a means of survival.
It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.
I bring forward stories from the lives of everyday Americans: those whose path hasn’t been set out on easy street or who haven’t been given it all, those who are actually forging ahead because of their own personal resources, their moxie, their survival instincts.
Humans are not the fastest or the strongest animals on the planet, but when it comes to survival, we have had the unique advantage of being clever.
Lying is not only a defense mechanism; it’s also a coping mechanism and a survival technique.
In the short term if I feel loneliness, it’s like any other biological signals. It’s like hunger or thirst. It’s alerting me that something that’s critical for my survival is missing.
Although September 11 was horrible, it didn’t threaten the survival of the human race, like nuclear weapons do.
I think some of this fascination with the ‘Arab Spring’ is just a grand experiment with Israel’s survival.
The cell, over the billions of years of her life, has covered the earth many times with her substance, found ways to control herself and her environment, and insure her survival.
The things that prey on my mind in London seem to disappear as soon as I find myself in a different environment. Survival mode kicks in.
To a certain degree, I think both self-narrativizing and selective memory are essential survival skills.
Living in a small town, one of the keys to survival was your imagination.
Life comes from physical survival; but the good life comes from what we care about.
‘Falling Skies’ is not just about aliens attacking. It’s also about humanity, survival, hope and the determination to rebuild our world, starting from pretty much nothing.
