Quotes About Survival

From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived.

I thought that having someone to love, having someone love me back, made me a stronger person. But it was the opposite. It made me weaker because it led me to believe that I couldn't survive without those things. And I spent so long afraid of being alone that I never did anything for myself. I never did anything with myself, which made it all the easier to believe I wasn't capable.

Only when the last tree has been cut down Only when the last river has been poisoned Only when the last fish has been caught Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.

Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death

To survive is an act of hope.

Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about how Dutch elm disease wiped out the entire species on the East Coast except for a lone tree in Manhattan surrounded by concrete. Is this, she wonders, how we'll all survive?

Me pregunto si llegaré a ser alhun día feliz o si me pasaré el resto de mi vida luchando por sobrevivir. Aunque sobrevivo fabulosamente no quiero quejarme. Preferiría esperar lo peor y tener lo mejor... Maria callas

La desgracia no mata. Eugenia de Montijo

TWO THINGS HAVE ALWAYS SAVED MY LIFE: READING and singing. Books and music have comforted me, informed me, helped me define myself. It's impossible to overstate their importance to my mental health, spiritual sustenance, and survival on the planet.

What's exceptional about our blue marble is not that we had water. It's that we held on to it, and that we still do. While the ancient oceans of Venus and Mars vaporized into space, Earth kept its life-giving water. Luckily for us, the forecast called for rain.

LOST . . . the Last Option Search Team.

If you don't believe that, try taking away a wolf's mate. See how well that shit works for you.

Anyone had the potential to kill, under the right circumstances.

Pain will pull you down. It will break you. And when you lose everything else, it will be the only thing that never lets you go. It's a bitch I don't like. Better to not let anyone get close, huh? Better to not let the pain inside. Better to put up your wall and block everyone else from touching your heart.

You have to fight to live.

He and Cooper were a lot alike. That was why Mercer had Cooper hunting him. Darkness clung to them both. They were loners. Killers. In the end, though, only one of them would survive this game. It wouldn't be Cooper. Pity. He'd once called the man friend. Now, he just thought of Cooper Marshall as a target.

Afraid that he'd be like one of those horrible movie monsters that just rose again and again and kept attacking until everyone else was dead. "Ava!

At first, you just want to live. To escape. That's all that matters.

the very least one requires for civilisation to survive is an adequate supply of sound wines.

Danton himself was an astonishing man, with a face so scarred and ugly that it by-passed the normal rules of beauty and had an attractiveness of its own. At two he had been gored in the face by a cow, trampled by a herd of pigs at five, disfigured by small pox when he was ten, and kicked in the face by a bull when he was fourteen.

I do admire the new breed of fictional female PI's. The ones who'll survive a throttling, a kidnapping, a punch in the kidneys from a Mafia goon and then wind up the evening making love to a helicopter pilot. In the helicopter. I think I need more time at the gym.

Besides, humans aren't prey. They are our natural enemies. They are to be avoided.

In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.

Europeans usually did not have to capture their own African slaves; African rulers and slave merchants were willing to do it. During the 350 years of the Atlantic slave trade, an estimated 12 to 25 million enslaved people were shipped from Africa for the Americas, of whom some 85 percent survived the terrible six-to-ten-week voyage. About 40 percent went to Brazil, 40 percent to the Caribbean, 5 percent to what would become the United States, and the balance to the rest of Spanish America.