Quotes About Survival

to appreciate the wonder of the universe, one must first remain alive.

From the start, they had known that the odds of their survival were long. They might get inside the plant and complete their mission, but getting out and away would be another

Talent was not rare; the ability to survive having it was.

The sun shone, we were warm. We sat and relaxed on the grass. We were very hungry, but the joy of survival strengthened our spirits. The hunt in the forest was still on, we had to wait here.

Fannie Moore, interviewed in North Carolina in 1937, recalled that (as transcribed): "De 'breed woman' always bring mo' money den de res', [even the] men. When dey put her on de block dey put all her chillun aroun her to show folks how fas she can hab chillun."12 Mary L. Swearingen of Bastrop, Louisiana, paraphrasing her enslaved grandmother, said, "Whenever a woman was an extraordinary breeder, she was mated by the master to his own accord.

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

The only reason I am alive is because I could not die.

I remember thinking, "How does anyone survive something like this? And if they do, what kind of person comes out the other end?" I didn't know, but throughout that dark time of grief, sorrow, desolation, and complete despair, something in me seemed determined to carry on. Something would come up.

Near as I can tell, God intended me to be a witness. Like those little children who survived the concentration camps. He wanted me to tell my story, reach out a hand to anyone I could. And I've done that, thirty years or so.

The strong live off the weak and the clever live off the strong.

Jimmy always preached' Charge a pistol. Run from a rifle

Men and women are natural enemies, like cat and dog--only more so. They are forced to live together for a time, or this wonderful race couldn't go on.

Ill-fortune carries with it a stench and leaves a wide berth around its victims,

O the chimneysOn the ingeniously devised habitations of deathWhen Israel's body drifted as smokeThrough the air—Was welcomed by a star, a chimney sweep,A star that turned blackOr was it a ray of sun?

A Walk on the Wild Side

Despite today's notions of Atlantic City as a vacation spot for the wealthy, the resort could never have survived by catering to the upper class. It was the lower-middle and lower classes that were the lifeblood of Atlantic City. They comprised the great mass of visitors to the resort and the rates of most rooms were structured for them.

Humans were herd animals, like the moose. Sometimes even the most independent needed to clump up, hip and shoulder touching, protecting their soft flanks from the wolves.

Prison would kill him. Not neatly or cleanly or quickly, It would kill him with ten thousand days of gray, each taking a bite of his sanity until all that remained was huddled terror with the body of a man wrapped around it.

It's not the end of the world at all," he said. "It's only the end for us. The world will go on just the same, only we shan't be in it. I dare say it will get along all right without us.

I know you've taken risks to do these things. Do Please be careful." "Don't worry about me," he said. "You've got enough troubles on your own plate, my word. But we'll come out all right, so long as we just keep alive, that's all we got to do. Just keep alive another two years, till the war's over.

we shall quickly find ourselves about as important to the algorithms as animals currently are to us.

We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling.

Women carry on. They endure the way old ships do, breasting into outrageous waters, ache and creak, hull holed and decks awash, yet find anchorage in the ordinary, in tables to be wiped down, pots to scrub, and endless ashes to be put out.