Quotes About Survival

I hadn't gotten beaten up twice, shot, and nearly strangled to get taken out by a misguided werewolf bitch.

What's with that?" Butters screamed, his voice high and frightened. "Just covering his head with his arms? Didn't he see the lawyer in the movie?

War leaves you precious little time to be human. It's one of the more horrible realities about it.

That's the worst part about the walking dead... the stains.

Here there be monster. Bob whispered, half hysterically. Run! Run already!

I didn't have any money or ID. I didn't have a credit card. Hell, I didn't have a business card. What would it say? 'Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Targets Slain, No Barbecues, Waterslides, or Fireworks Displays.

Dismembering monsters with a chain saw is one thing. People are another." "Yeah. People are easier." "Bob," I growled. "They're people.

My stomach rumbled. Like certain other portions of my anatomy, it had a tendency to become easily sidetracked, and to hell with little details like survival.

Humans are scared of just about everything. Problem is, their first reaction to be scared- Is to kill it.

Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day," I said. "But set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett.

I rode the dinosaur into the stream of zombies following in the Wardens' wake and let her go to town. Sue chomped and stomped and smacked zombies fifty feet through the air with swinging blows of her snout. Her tail batted one particularly vile-looking zombie into the brick wall of the nearest building, and the zombie hit so hard and so squishily that it just stuck to the wall like a refrigerator magnet, arms and legs spread in a sprawl.

I run—and not so that I'll be skinny and look good, either. I run so that when something that wants to kill me is chasing me, I'll be good at running.

You've never been a peasant in medieval France, Harry," Bob said. "Life was hard for those people. Never enough food, shelter, medicine. If you could give yourself a fur coat and the ability to go out and hunt your own meat, you would have jumped at the chance, too.

If you want to live, if you want your friends and family to live, I expect you to do more than survive it," Mab said, sweeping out. "I expect you to skin them alive.

I knew I didn't have much of a chance of getting away from that swarm of fae piranha, but it was an infinitely larger chance than I would have if I stayed in the car and burned to death. Hell's bells, what I wouldn't give to have my shield bracelet. Or my old staff. I didn't even have an umbrella.

Come with me if you want to live.

planning became a great deal simpler and easier when one didn't have the additional bother of working out how to survive said plan.

There should be some kind of rule against needing to kill anything more than once. Rain

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living.

with an intensity that sent every instinct in my body screaming that death was here, that it was about to jump down my throat and rip me inside out.

The Wardens put on their own epic production of Fahrenheit 451, Bob said. They spent about twenty years finding and destroying copies.

Better to have the magical arsenal and not need it, than to not have it and get killed to death. I

I should far rather be drunk than eaten, Miss Lancaster," Ferus said in a serious tone. "As should we all. Very well, that's settled.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. Pain is a part of life.