Quotes About Survival

Nahestehende zu überleben erfordert eine besondere Art von Mut, sagte sie leise.

The thing about life is that you must survive. Life is going to be difficult, and dreadful things will happen. What you do is move along, get on with it, and be tough. Not in the sense of being mean to others, but being tough with yourself and making a deadly effort not to be defeated.

Life seems sometimes like nothing more than a series of losses, from beginning to end. That's the given. How you respond to those losses, what you make of what's left, that's the part you have to make up as you go.

In the grim blasted regions where the soil had failed or the factories were shut down, whole congregations would drift through the gates

We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears, and getting a lollipop or a toy bear's worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skulls for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.

Impressed. Lord. He had nearly drowned.

Drive them out utterly, so they may never return and prey upon our people.

The infamous "Rape of Nanking" that occurred not long afterward, just 102 miles farther north, tells a story of what might have happened at my childhood home were it not for that commander.

I was stolen from my family by Navajo raiders when I was fourteen, and taken in by a Navajo family who had lost a daughter of their own." Josefina

No one survives the future, of course. Over the years I have rushed it, run from it, tried to shunt myself from its track. That these efforts did not succeed does not mean that I regret them.

No one survives the future, of course. Over the years I have rushed it, run from it, tried to shunt myself from it's track. That these efforts did not succeed does not mean that I regret them.

Among the men, only Whit kept his face clean-shaven; how he did it in the absence of privacy and clean water, I'll never know. I also knew that our major kept up a strong front during the day, his cheer unflagging, but wept uncontrollably while asleep in his funkhole.

No one survives the future

the end of the world as they knew it.

When the word ends, there'll be no more air. That's why it's important to pollute the air now.

Even if we die, if we have to become monsters and everyone hates us, we have to read the book because it will teach us how to avoid the alligator's jaws, the wolves who wait in the forest, the huge snakes, and how to become birds.

Ironic, isn't it? What? Here I am, trying to survive WITH you, when before my whole plan was just trying to SURVIVE YOU. I'm not sure what that means. And I wish you'd stop talking in puzzles and just say normal things, because I've had a big shock. This morning I was looking at a YouTube video of a hamster eating a tiny burrito and now I'm floating on this stupid raft and my friends are dead so just keep that in mind.

Soldiers learn to eat and sleep whenever they have the chance, because you never know when you might have to move without warning. And it could be a long time between meals.

I had been simply treating water, settling on surviving and avoiding pain rather than being actively involved in seeking out life.

I had a horrible sense of loss for who I had been and where I had been. It was difficult to give up the high flights of mind and mood, even though the depressions that inevitably followed nearly cost me my life.

Others would say to me, It is only temporary, it will pass, you will get over it, but of course they had no idea how I felt, although they were certain that they did. Over and over and over I would say to myself, If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

Eventually, the depression went away of its own accord, but only long enough for it to regroup and mobilize for the next attack.

Even in my blackest depressions, I never regretted having been born. It is true that I had wanted to die, but that is peculiarly different from regretting having been born.

It took my year in England to make me realize how much I had been simply treading water, settling on surviving and avoiding pain rather than being actively involved in and seeking out life.