Quotes About Survival

As long as you're breathing, your story's still going.

But what Desmond didn't tell you is -- by the end of the hunt, if you have faced the Vampaneze Lord four times and failed to kill him, only one of you will be alive to witness the fall of the vampire clan. The other two will be dead.

I was silenced by a bone-shattering roar. Turning, I saw a huge, dark bear lurching over the top of a snow-drift. It landed heavily, shook its snout, snarled, fixed its gaze on me — then lunged, teeth flashing, claws exposed, hell-bent on tearing me apart!

Humans are animals, too," he told me. "If a vampire kills a human, then yes, he is evil. But one who just takes a little blood to fill his rumbling belly … where is the harm in that?

I don't like you, Debbie snarled. You're cocky and arrogant. You don't have to like me, Steve retorted. This isn't a popularity contest. It's a matter of life and death.

I don't get away soon I'll be going blood-simple like the natives.

For myself, I counted on coming through all in one piece. Few men get killed. Most of those who meet sudden ends get themselves killed.

I don't think he even knew he had settled back naturally into the same groove he had jumped out of in Tacoma. But that's the part of it I always liked. He adjusted himself to beams falling, and then no more of them fell, and he adjusted himself to them not falling.

Sir," James asked, "what are we going to do?" "We're going to look for water," said Alf. "And food?" said Tubby Ted. "Water first," said Alf. "We can go days without food." "We can what?" Tubby Ted shouted.

Seriously? You won't help me?" "Help yourself get killed? No, I won't.

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

The Earth is an animal that shakes off its fleas when they dig too deep, bite too hard. It shifts and our cities fall; it sighs and the coasts are overtaken.

Alan had never been stabbed or shot or punctured or broken. Were scars the best evidence of living? If we have not survived something, and thus were certain that we'd lived, we could scar ourselves, couldn't we?

The Earth is an animal that shakes off its fleas when they dig too deep, bite too hard.

God who protects my people I call upon you to send away the murahaleen. Protect me God protect my family as they run. Oh God of the sky, keep me safe tonight. Keep me hidden, keep me quiet. Oh God of rain, let me find water. Let me not die of thirst. Oh God of the soul, why are you doing this? I have done nothing to ask for this. I'm a boy. I'm a boy. Would you send this to a lamb? You have no right.

So this is how they lived. For some time Theo, like a tree living in the shadow of taller trees, found a way to live off reflected light.

The men who are dropped in a jungle or a desert and expected video games and got mundanity and depravity and friends dying like animals.

In the forest, we boys were food.

They started a great fire in the middle of the market, and from this fire they took burning logs and torches, and these they threw onto the roofs of most of the homes within a one-mile radius. The few men who resisted were shot. This was effectively the end of any kind of life in Marial Bai for some time. Again, the rebels for whom this was retribution were nowhere to be found.

I didn't care anymore what my ancestors would think. We were the Red Army and needed to eat.

I survived long enough to remember saying yes to life and "no" or at least "slow down" to a slow death.

And I'll be safe? -To what end? -To keep living. -That's my point. That's not enough.

We do well to heed J. Vernon McGee's warning that if it continues to grow in favor, "Christian psychology could well be the death of the evangelical church." If biblical Christianity is to survive, it needs to purge itself completely of this viper that it has clutched to its breast.

lets go of my ear and opens the front door. "Get out!" she screeches. "Get out of my house! I don't like you! I don't want you! I never loved you! Get the hell out of my house!" I freeze. I'm not sure of this game. My brain begins to spin with all the options of what Mother's real intentions may be. To survive, I have to think ahead. Father steps in front of me. "No!" he cries out. "That's