We are in the midst of the 6th largest extinction event in the history of the plant and the first caused by human action.
Extinction catches Man by surprise because no one can even imagine that such a catastrophe can happen to an intelligent species.
Transcendence is the only real alternative to extinction. This is serious. This may be the ultimate final exam.
[On women:] We are all yeses. We are worthy enough, we passed inspection, we survived the great fetal oocyte extinctions. In that sense, at least - call it a mechanospiritual sense - we are meant to be. We are good eggs, every one of us.
The alternative to extinction is stagnation, and stagnation is seldom a good thing.
This is the whole point of technology. It creates an appetite for immortality on the one hand. It threatens universal extinction on the other. Technology is lust removed from nature. - Murray (WN 285)
The extinction of the human race will come from its inability to EMOTIONALLY comprehend the exponential function.
Hatred is a feeling which leads to the extinction of values.
In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.
Doctors, dressed up in one professional costume or another, have been in busy practice since the earliest records of every culture on earth. It is hard to think of a more dependable or enduring occupation, harder still to imagine any future events leading to its extinction.
In pushing other species to extinction, humanity is busy sawing off the limb on which it perches.
We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction.
I can't visualize the situation in which we nuke ourselves into extinction.
Who in the world has not yearned for a loved one, has never said, If only he or she could come back just once, just one more time. . . ? Despite the fact that it can never happen, never ever. Surely this is the saddest thing about our mortal world, and its sadness will go on shrouding human life like a blanket of fog until its final extinction.
If we drive our fellow species to extinction, we will leave a far more desolate planet for our descendants than the world we inherited from our elders.
If in your lifetime you watch a species go extinct, or plummet almost to the point of extinction, that is a sign that something really serious is going on.
The principles of my works. . . are the extinction of expression, permanent covering and contemplative tranquillity. . . My ideal is the completely dark picture, full of some overwhelming silence.
The destruction of this planet would have no significance on a cosmic scale: to an observer in the Andromeda nebula, the sign of our extinction would be no more than a match flaring for a second in the heavens: and if that match does blaze in the darkness there will be none to mourn a race that used a power that could have lit a beacon in the stars to light its funeral pyre. The choice is ours.
Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.
One can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words and books that is terrifying for that is the deeper extinction.