Quotes About Rescue

Maybe we're supposed to save each other.

Chaos is the deep ocean bottom to which Pinocchio voyaged to rescue his father from Monstro, whale and fire-breathing dragon. That journey into darkness and rescue is the most difficult thing a puppet must do, if he wants to be real; if he wants to extract himself from the temptations of deceit and acting and victimization and impulsive pleasure and totalitarian subjugation; if he wants to take his place as a genuine Being in the world.

Even a man on a sinking ship can be happy when he clambers aboard a lifeboat!

it is much harder to extract someone from a chasm than to lift him from a ditch.

When it's not just naïveté, the attempt to rescue someone is often fuelled by vanity and narcissism.

El caos es el recóndito fondo oceánico al que Pinocho viajó para rescatar a su padre de Monstruo, la ballena que escupía fuego. Ese viaje hacia la oscuridad es una de las pruebas más difíciles que un muñeco tiene que superar si quiere ser real, si quiere arrancarse de las tentaciones del engaño, el fingimiento, la victimización, el placer impulsivo y la subyugación totalitaria, es decir, si quiere ocupar un puesto como verdadero Ser en el mundo.

Has dado vida a una insólita fantasía, querido. –No, lo único que he hecho ha sido recuperar a un ser humano.

Salvar a una niña no era como salvar el mundo?

You idiot!" she spat, flattening her ears. "What are you doing in my territory?" "Drowning?" replied Graystripe. The silver tabby flicked her ears, and Fireheart saw a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "Can't you drown yourself in your own territory?" Graystripe's whiskers twitched. "Ah, but who would rescue me there?" he rasped.

May StarClan walk your path!" he squeaked. "Thanks for rescuing me! ShadowClan will always be my friends! One day I'll help you, too!

You'll need the whole of StarClan on your side for this one," answered Graypaw. "Call out if you need a hand. If she looks like she's going to get you, I'll sneak up behind her and whack her on the head with a stiff rabbit." Firepaw purred with amusement and trotted off toward Yellowfang.

Looking down at the foaming white water, he remembered how Bluestar had hurled herself over, taking with her the leader of the dog pack. Firestar had plunged in to save her; he shivered at the memory of the roar of water in his ears, the weight of his soaking fur, the exhaustion in his legs as he tried to swim with Bluestar's body gripped in his teeth.

Thanks for catching me!" she purred. "I'd have looked dumber than a sheep if I'd landed on my muzzle!" "I'll always be here to catch you," Bumblestripe murmured.

I'm alive, aren't I? Thanks to Hollyleaf." Ivypool traced her muzzle over Hollyleaf's back. "If it hadn't been for her, Hawkfrost would have killed me. Hollyleaf gave her life for mine!" Dovewing winced at the tremor in Ivypool's voice.

Perhaps it's time for fire to save another Clan.

Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:...Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?

Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once.... don't make me save you again.

I opened my eyes to see her staring down at me. "Thank you!" I said, throwing my arms around her. My voice came out as a whisper. "Thank you for saving me. Thank you for coming back." I forced myself to let go of her.

On the brink of sleep I have a gloomy thought: that saving yourself is only pushing yourself even deeper into the trap rather than getting out. Dying is the only way out.

Don Raimondo tells me what he can't tell them. "The emptiness on the surface of a wall left by a sold bookshelf is the deepest I know. I take away with me the banished books, I give them a second life. Like the second coat in painting, used for finishing, a book's second life is its best." He's rescued the library of a lover of American literature.

I had never been his equal. To him, perhaps, any deep acceptance of equality was impossible. He saw only those were there to be saved, and those who did the saving.

You're safe. Thank the gods." Milo appeared at my side, dripping wet, his face scratched and battered. With a shamefaced smile he added, "I fell off the ship." " Another one who won't obey me?" Iolaus growled.

He shrugged. 'If we keep pulling threads, trying to see which ones make the pattern, we unravel the cloth and left with nothing but tangles. Let's have no more talk of debts.' He cocked his head and studied my ash-smeared hair and face. 'On second thought, you do owe me the tale of how you contrived my rescue. May Lugh give me the art to do it justice!

We will not be saved by our money, our weapons, or our technological virtuosity; we might be rescued by the joyful and unprofitable pursuits of love, beauty, and contemplation