Quotes About Survival

Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. "No," she said softly, "Oh no. No." "Leave me," said Gavriel. ....."Shut up or I might," she told him.

Everything died in the Ice Citadel, but hope died first.

They taught you a lot of things, your family,' I say. The sleight of hand, the wall climbing, the swordsmanship. 'Not to die,' he says. 'That's what they attempted to teach me, anyway. Not to die.' Considering how often he throws himself directly into the path of danger, I do not think they taught him well enough.

Can you save yourself?

You're nothing. The human species pretends it is so resilient. Mortal lives are one long game of make-believe. If you couldn't lie to yourselves, you'd cut your own throats to end your misery.

Try not to get killed by some handsome, paranoid elf who thinks he's stuck in a ballad. I'll try not to flunk out of physics.

I could probably fake setting someone on fire... After last year I figured I'd better be prepared. - Sam

Someone tried to kill me. Again. Poison. Again. Someone else tried to recruit me into a scheme where we would kill my sister and Cardan, so I could rule in their place. When I told them no, they tried to kill me. With a knife, that time.' 'A poisoned knife?' He laughed. 'No, just a regular one. But it hurt.

The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you're left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away. For many long days, I have been terrified, and now, when I ought to be feeling great, what i want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until i can finally convince myself he's all right.

They eat one another. They eat us. They eat every damn thing. They'll drink up the whole world if we let them.

wolves always come

What they don't realise is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle in to my bones, and ignore it. If I didn't pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc's estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

I was meant for the purpose of betraying the High Court. Never to survive past that. If I am the cause of Lady Nore's fall, it will give me all the more pleasure for her never having anticipated it.

You can't help trying to charm every snake you come upon, no matter how cold-blooded or vicious. Let that one be.

Oak was never taught to fight any way but to kill. He doesn't know any elegant parries. He cannot show off. All he can do is deal death. And once he starts, he doesn't stop. I'm not sure he can.

Inside the carriage, Cardan slumps. I stare at him, at the blood drying in tide lines over his body and crusting in his curls like tiny garnets. I force myself to look out the window instead. 'How long have I-' he hesitates. 'Not even three days,' I tell him. 'Barely any time at all.' I do not mention how long it has seemed. Nor do I say how he might have been trapped as a serpent for all time, bridled and bound. Or dead.

His eyes narrow on the blood, and he points the wooden stick at me. 'You seem to have cut yourself.' I wonder if he's surprised that I'm alive. I wonder if he watched the tower the whole time during his luncheon, waiting for the amusing spectacle of me jumping to my death. I take the knife out from under my tunic and show it to him, stained a flinty red. I smile. 'I could cut you, too.

I was passed out cold while my family was murdered. It's hard to fall more lowly that that.

The hardest part was having so much time to think. To have to make his own decisions. To wrestle with the guilt of being alive when by all rights he shouldn't have been. Vince was used to measuring out his life in small moments, never letting himself look much ahead, and never daring to look behind…And now Vince had to make plans if he was going to survive.

Nagle u?wiadamiam sobie, ?e ten kto bezustannie ?yje w strachu, komu zawsze grozi niebezpiecze?stwo, naj?atwiej to zniesie, zmierzaj?c prosto w paszcze lwa.

Cardan was left to be suckled by a little black cat whose kittens came stillborn.' 'He survived on cat milk?' I exclaim. ... I think again of the globe I held in Eldred's study, of Cardan dressed in rags, looking to the woman in my chamber for approval, which came only when he was awful. An abandoned prince, weaned on cat milk and cruelty, left to roam the palace like a little ghost.

KÅ'opot w tym, ?e kiedy prze?yje siÄ™ coÅ› strasznego czy wielkiego, zostajÄ… i wracajÄ… najrozmaitsze uczucia, które czÅ'owiek przedtem odsuwaÅ' na bok.

Vuelvo a casa cubierta de moretones, producto de las caídas y las patadas. Pero hay una cosa que no saben: sí, me dan miedo, pero siempre he vivido asustada, desde el día que llegué aquí. Me crió el hombre que asesinó a mis padres, retenida en una tierra llena de monstruos. Vivo con ese miedo, dejo que se asiente sobre mis huesos y lo ignoro.

Humans are like mice,' Balekin went on. 'Dead before they learn how to be canny.