Quotes About Survival

Yo no puedo vivir el momento, porque vivo en función de una lucha política, o bueno, actividad política digamos, ¿entendés? Todo lo que yo puedo aguantar acá, que es bastante, … pero que es nada si pensás en la tortura, … que vos no sabés lo que es.

L'unica terra gratis che hanno i poveri è quella delle unghie.

de cómo los náufragos, como los atunes, vuelven a la vida bajo la luz de agosto en el Mediterráneo...

Tendría que estar muerto y no lo estoy. Pero a pesar de no estarlo, me encuentro en el infierno.

Nor did I ever forget the distress signals which my adolescent self sent out to the older woman who was afterward to absorb me, body and soul. Nothing, I feared, would survive of that girl, not so much as a pinch of ashes. I begged her successor to recall my youthful ghost, one day, from the limbo to which it had been consigned.

In 1991, while talking with writer Ed Gross, Fred Freiberger summed up his agony over Star Trek with a joke, saying, "I thought the worst experience of my life was when I was shot down over Nazi Germany. A Jewish boy from the Bronx parachuted in to the middle of 80 million Nazis. Then I joined Star Trek. I was only in a prison camp for two years, but my travail with Star Trek has lasted 25 years ... and still counting.

Humor can be like a coat of armor when reality takes a stab at you.

Humor can be like a coat of armor when reality takes a stab at you. I don't know who said that, but I know it's the truth.

Every other predator has to rely on cunning, camouflage, trickiness, blindshots, selective targeting, stealth, and, most importantly, its prey's lack of awareness.

You fight to win. Honor, fair play, and nobility are things that you use to wipe your ass with. Second place is in the morgue.

If you're good enough to survive, you're going to have to accept that down the road the game changes.

The bad news is if someone is charging you, it can take multiple shots before the collective trauma causes him to collapse. In the meantime, he can still potentially close the distance and bury a knife in your chest. That's known as the "Deadman's Ten" (when someone fatally wounded can still keep attacking anywhere from ten seconds up to two minutes).

If you can't afford the good food or if you can't afford health care or if you don't have a job or if your car is dangerous because you can't get it fixed and you DIE, you just lost the game-bzzzzz-thanks for playing extreme capitalism.

That's an animal fable about humility. If you survive your mistake, you must learn from it. Accept that you're fragile, vulnerable, and sometimes stupid. Realize that you're not immortal and you've got to take care of yourself. And then laugh it off and fly away.

Soon afterwards the plague had struck the community, killing everyone except for one young boy and the abbot,

those taken captive.

Wessex alone had survived, and Alfred had done his best to repair the damage it had suffered.

assaulted and robbed, and many of his companions were killed.

a place that receives seven inches or less—as Phoenix, El Paso, and Reno do—is arguably no place to inhabit at all.

Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.

I have friends wherever there are companies of trees, wounded but not vanquished, which huddle together with touching obstinancy to implore an inclement and pitiless sky.

When he spoke, his words came with a confusion which was delightful to hear because one felt that it indicated not so much a defect in his speech as a quality of his soul, as it were a survival from the age of innocence which he had never wholly outgrown.

Husbands in wheelbarrows, sons stoned and deprived of food, forced to labour amidst jeers and finally thrown into pits and buried alive because they were said to be sickening of the plague and might infect the community. The few who succeeded in escaping suddenly reappeared and added new and terrifying details to this picture of horror.

learn to live like the wild animals