Quotes About Survival

She didn't give in to pity. That woman - girl, really - had survived a monster intent on destroying everything she was. She deserved a fucking medal for courage, not pity.

Nothing is ever black and white, kitten," he reminded her, allowing his claws to slice out to touch her skin. "I can use my claws to protect, but I can use the same claws to rip out an enemy's throat.

He'd survived, his mind strong. Others...others were broken. The healing process was going to be a long one, but Judd had pledged himself to it That thought in mind, he headed to his room to wash up before going to Brenna. Not seeing her wasn't an option...

And we live in a world of predators and prey," Raphael repeated. "Remove the top predator from the chain and the entire chain collapses.

wanting her mind off the one subject that held the potential to destroy the bond between them. If she ran, he hoped she would do as he'd asked and make sure she didn't leave him alive. Because without Sahara, the world would learn what a child became when his trainer wove nightmares into his mind—of knives slicing into flesh, of women begging for their lives—then put the blade into his hand.

Perhaps the storm will do the world a favor and burn Lijuan from existence.

I don't want to be in a world where he doesn't get to survive. How is that in any way fair?

No one knows what the Net will be like with emotion -' 'We know,' the Ghost said. 'Before Silence, our race was on the verge of extinction.' Violence and insanity had run rampant, savaging the PsyNet from within. 'Yes, exactly - *before* Silence. The Protocol's changed us, changed the Net. I'm alive today because of what I learned from the conditioning process. We won't go back to what we were.

You either fight or you curl up and die. Only two choices.

Illium grinned, unrepentant. "Want to try again? I'll move extra slow—you are both so much older, after all." The last words were a conspiratorial whisper. Galen glanced at Raphael. "How has he survived this long?" "No one can catch him.

Panic threatened but was beaten into submission by her will to live. Elena P. Deveraux had never given up yet.

Yet instead of drowning in the darkness that had threatened to suck her under, Brenna had said "fuck you" to the monster who'd hurt her, and she'd chosen to live. She'd not only wrenched back control of her own life, she'd taken on an Arrow and claimed him as her mate.

I'm alive. I fucking made it. No one has the right to take that from me.

Leaving them alive would've been a sign of weakness, and Tatiana expects weakness from the 'emotional' races. What the bitch doesn't understand is that rage is an emotion, too.

From here, the rocks looked like sharp teeth, ready to bite and tear and rip. She tightened her hold as the icy wind threatened to tumble her into their unforgiving jaws. "Where

Charlie-mouse was not about to play with a predator who could eat her alive and not even notice the bones.

The stairs were steel-reinforced slabs of concrete, worn down by years of foot traffic, each step canted a slightly different angle from its neighbours. I like that. I liked things that had been solidly made and that wore the evidence of hard use, of survival.

June in Delhi illustrates the common belief that a Delhiwala, like a cockroach, can survive anything, for such are the vicissitudes of weather, conditioning and deprivation that the human spirit here has soared to new heights of indomitability to survive.

Once, it was so damned dry, the bushes followed the dogs around.

I would tear them apart with my bare hands to save my baby April. I wonder if all mothers feel this way. Suddenly I knew why it is so dangerous to mess with a bear with cubs or any wild animal with babies. I am part and parcel with them when it comes to that. Lord, there is a mountain lion side of me I never knew before.

Tam Lin says rabbits give up when they're caught by coyotes [...]. He says they consent to die because their animals and can't understand hope. But humans are different. They fight against death no matter how bad things seem, and sometimes, even when everything's against them, they win.

It was an article of faith in eighteenth-century British thought that civilized societies usually formed out of the fundamental human need for security to ensure survival, but the same societies were gradually corrupted by a preoccupation with luxuries, which resulted in decadence.

That a small fraction of colonists survived the first twenty years of settlement came as no surprise back home—nor did London's elite much care. The investment was not in people, whose already unrefined habits declined over time, whose rudeness magnified in relation to their brutal encounters with Indians.

Only after many years will I recognize that I, too, have survived a loss, and not necessarily intact. The depression and multiple sclerosis awaiting me will suggest that changes in the structural level have already occurred by the time I learn to forgive Daddy for abandoning me without even saying good-bye.