Amelia Atwater-Rhodes Quotes

Take, for example, the African jungle, the home of the cheetah. On whom does the cheetah prey? The old, the sick, the wounded, the weak, the very young, but never the strong. Lesson: If you would not be prey, you had better be strong.

Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.

The strong were always eating the weak.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

The weak are meat the strong do eat.

When you're huntin' somepin you're a hunter, an' you're strong. Can't nobody beat a hunter. But when you get hunted - that's different. Somepin happens to you. You ain't strong: maybe you're fierce, but you ain't strong." - Muley

What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.

The strong live off the weak and the clever live off the strong.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.

When the veil of fiction was rent, man shuddered before "Nature, red in tooth and claw." Nature had always been that and always will be, and the hands of man, even when he fashions and defends the noblest civilization, must forever be bloody hands, for this is a world in which only the strong and resolute nations survive, while the weak, especially the morally weak, who babble about brotherhood and peace, are biologically degenerate and doomed to extinction.

Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

Nature is a series of murders.

The strong take from the weak, but the smart take from the strong.

Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.

Fear not, we are of the nature of the lion, and cannot descend to the destruction of mice and such small beasts.

When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.

We have enforced a Darwinian process on wolves, turning them into the shy and elusive animals they've become. They didn't have that fear of us 30,000 years ago. We didn't have gunpowder; we had rocks. Wolves would have seen us as lunch, and we were weak and slow and tasty.

The living werewolves have genuine needs and desires, which, though they may oppose ours, are valid. Even if they want to eat humans, you can't really call them evil, any more than mice can call cats evil, or chickens can call humans evil. It's all just a matter of where you're standing.

The strongest absorbs the weakest, and he has a right to do so.

People are violent by nature. That’s why we rule the earth; we beat the crap out of everyone else.

Guerillas are cruel to the weak and cowardly in the face of the brave.

Unity is a beast in itself. If a wolf sees two little boys playing in the woods on one side, and a big strong man on the other, he will go to the one who stands alone.

Nature herself is a mass murderer, making casual, cruel experiments and condemning 10,000 to die so that one more fit will live and thrive.

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.