Christopher McDougall Quotes

It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.

The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever

Nature has made up her mind that what cannot defend itself shall not be defended.

Your physicality is this great thing, but it is also the thing that makes you clumsy and limits you in the world, so to speak.

There was a time when I just felt like a superwoman. I was like, 'I got Jesus! I ain't afraid!' But, the truth is, I want to do things right, and sometimes I am afraid that I'm not good enough or that I'm not going to handle something right.

It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.

The earth is such a voluminous, sparse, wild place that has its own rhythm that human beings try to control and strategize our way around, but the truth is, if you're out someplace like the ocean on a capsized boat, it doesn't matter if you have academic degrees, or if you're a martial-arts ninja. Nature is a bigger force than you.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

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.

My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.

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

When your body quits on you, it doesn't matter how mentally tough you are.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

I've told you before and I'll tell you again. The strong survive and the weak disappear. We do not intend to disappear.

This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; that surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive.

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood.

I'm here because they've killed almost all of us, but not all of us. And that's their mistake, son. That's the flaw in their plan. Because if you don't kill all of us at once, whoever's left are not going to be the weak ones. The strong ones- and only the strong ones- will survive. The bent but unbroken, if you know what I mean. People like me. And people like you.

I've got such effeminate hands. I could never be strong. Whenever I even got to a save, my fingers would just bend back and the ball would hit me in the face.

The strongest have their moments of fatigue.

We were masters of nature, masters of the world. We had forgotten everything--death, fatigue, our natural needs. Stronger than cold or hunger, stronger than the shots and the desire to die, condemned and wandering, mere numbers, we were the only men on earth.

Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdom which cannot help itself.

Nature holds no brief for the human experiment; it must stand or fall by its results.

Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren't always comfortable, but they're never weakness.