Quotes About Survival

Coffee will get you through a time of no money. Money will never get you through a time of no coffee.

His body had been doing that for almost two thousand years. Since his time as a slave on the Obsidia.

Life goes on. Even after the end of the world as we knew it. I

And I am ashamed to write here that I felt more alive than ever, even though my heart was broken glass in my chest.

It's your crap that's endearing. It's the basis of any relationship, way beyond even the choice of who wins on to whom. It's crap that sustains things. The mutual vulnerability that comes from knowing each other's crap. How shallow would we be if you only felt things for people on account of their successes? How likely would that be to survive?

There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.

If not for the rats you could crawl beneath a bush. A bush. A bench. The alliterative universe. Rats too can pass through that needle's eye to enter heaven. . . . This box held a refrigerator, the refrigerator is an apartment, a man is in the box. . . . Wake up on the grass, soaking wet. Dew is the piss of God. 'Another bullshit night in suck city, my father mutters.

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in...

You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It's all about survival; it's all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in...

Wolves were burned alive, dragged to death behind horses, fed fishhooks inside meat, set free with mouths and penises wired shut.

About the universe,' smiled Yesugei. 'Have I never told you of it? The principle of the minor flaw.' Tamu shook his head. 'A foolish thing,' said Yesugei. 'I found myself believing that every soul should possess a flaw. Some exhibit it early and survive. Others do not, and it grows, and when it emerges it has become monstrous. The greater the soul, the greater the monster. So it is better to have had your brush with destruction now.

Nothing is more conservative than a bacterium.

On the bus we got to know a newly married American couple – the groom was about to head off to Vietnam, which meant little to us in 1966; the full significance only hit me later on, and I still occasionally wonder if he survived.

A stray round blasted into her right wing

That's what I wanted from the world, to feel nothing. To feel nothing and not be involved, for everything to stay comfortably outside myself and not get in. How did people survive all this knowledge of suffering in the world? How did they carry it around, day after day, and not go mad?

Hild looked at the hot spark and flicker of her carnelians and pretended they were coals. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been warm. Couldn't even remember when she'd eaten something hot.

I touched my reflection with a fingertip. My reflection felt nothing. That's what I wanted from the world, to feel nothing. To feel nothing and not be involved, for everything to stay comfortably outside myself and not get in. How did people survive all this knowledge of suffering in the world? How did they carry it around, day after day, and not go mad? And what would I wear tomorrow?

She clung to the saddle horn. If she fell now, he would kill her. She must hold on.

A spider only has to set at the edge of a puddle to catch the fly that dives to drink. A shrew has only to watch in turn for the spider. For the fly most come to the edge to drink, and the spider must follow the fly. Fate goes ever as it must.

The tribe, the tribe, nothing but the tribe. It was all she knew. I just didn't matter to her, in the end. I belonged to the tribe, I was subhuman, won though everything in her heart told her otherwise. How can people do that?" "Perhaps she did what she could to help." "She was my jailer." "She taught you to survive.

Being capable of using violence to defend yourself did not make you a bad person. Being dead because you couldn't did not make you a good one.

Showing off her best points was a habit that saved her life more than once.

It wasn't her blood. It was the blood of those who had fought over her like mad beasts while she lay stunned.

The world can be big, and stink, and it hurts if you fall off, but hey, it's worth trying, mostly, and what doesn't kill you…Well, it doesn't kill you.