Rick Tumlinson Quotes

At the core of life is a hard purposefulness, a determination to live.

I'm alive and I want to keep living.

The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.

We can't help it. Life looks for life.

Survival is the key word to remember—not victory, not conquest, just survival.

Viewed narrowly, all life is universal hunger and an expression of energy associated with it.

Those who live are those who fight.

I'll say anything to live.

I don't have a death wish. On the contrary, I'm hanging onto my life like never before.

Survival in the conventional sense of the term means to continue to live, but also to live after death.

We insist, it seems, on living.

And there is no living creature, though the whims of eons had put its eyes on boggling stalks and clamped it in a carapace, diminished it to a pinpoint and given it a taste for mud and stuck it down a well or hid it under a stone, but that creature will live on if it can.

Life is an instinct for growth, for survival, for the accumulation of forces, for power.

Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.

You have to fight for your life. That's the chief condition on which you hold it.

Every living being on earth loves life above all else. The smallest insect, whose life lasts only an instant, tries to escape from any danger in order to live a moment longer. And the desire to live is most developed in man.

I am life that wants to live, in the midst of life that wants to live.

Life is stronger than death.

Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.

The wretched of the earth do not decide to become extinct, they resolve, on the contrary, to multiply: life is their weapon against life, life is all that they have.

The will-to-live becomes the will-to-power.

The intelligence of the mind can't think of any reason to live, but it goes on anyway because the intelligence of the cells can't think of any reason to die.

Take my advice and live for a long, long time. Because the maddest thing a man can do is this life is to let himself die.

In the absence of hope we must still struggle to survive, and so we do-by the skin of our teeth.

He didn't care about the others anymore. The chaos around him seemed to siphon away his humanity, turn him into an animal. All he wanted was to survive, make it to that building, get inside. Live. Gain another day.