Quotes About Survival

Even in climes/without snow/one cannot go/foward sometimes./Things test you./You are part of/the Donners or/part of the rescue:/a muleteer in/earflaps; a/formerly hearty/Midwestern farmer/perhaps. Both/parties trapped/within sight/of the pass.

I suppose I do not on the whole greatly admire the 'Tortoises' of this world. While one may appreciate their plodding steadiness and ability to survive, one suspects their lack of frankness, their capacity for treachery. And I suppose, in the end, one despises their unwillingness to take chances in the name of ambition or for the sake of a principle they claim to believe in.

I suppose I do not on the whole greatly admire the Tortoises of this world. While one may appreciate their plodding steadiness and ability to survive, one suspects their lack of frankness, their capacity for treachery. And I suppose, in the end, one despises their unwillingness to take chances in the name of ambition or for the sake of a principle they claim to believe in.

One of the boys asked if the fences around the camps had been electrified, and then someone else had said how strange it must have been, living in a place like that, where you could commit suicide any time you liked just by touching a fence.

The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa

With a strength I can be proud of, I live only for myself, and only die for myself. I'll never die for someone, cause I know the pain of who remains alive, this is my pride.

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.

Just stay still, if you stay still it can't find you. That's sharks, you idiot. Sharks and dinosaurs. This isn't Jurassic Park.

One part of my brain, soaring on adrenaline, insisted I could take Cain, whatever the size difference. Another part wondered where the hell Nick and Clay were. The loudest part just shouted: Run, you idiot, run!

Who cared whether you could change motor oil when you could snap a rottweiler's neck in 2.8 seconds? Now there was a practical skill.

This is the first adventure I've survived without being kidnapped, attacked, knocked unconscious or possessed by evil spirits. A ripped blouse? Ruined skirt? Bad hair? I'd call this progress. ~Jaime Vegas

Hunting humans for sport? Eating them? the bitterness in his voice cut through me. Yeah, I caught that part. That doesn't have anything to do with you? He lifted his eyes, gaze shuttered. No? Not unless being a werewolf transforms you into a wolf AND a redneck moron.

Oddly enough, I find the best hostages are the live ones. - Karl

What gave it away? When she loaded me bound and gagged into the back of her truck? Or when she actually said. I'm ready to kill you and throw your body inn the swamp? Hey for a while there, it looked like you were going to talk your way out of it. I didn't want to interfere.

In the end, like any stray, I was conquered by the promise of continued food and shelter. Trust would take longer.

But was it wrong to put yourself first? That's called survival, right? If you're running for your life, you don't get the luxury of being nice. They were going to learn that. It's fine to wave the pompoms for teamwork—all for one and one for all—but when push came to shove, these guys wouldn't be risking their lives for Chloe, maybe not even for each other. I was sure of it. Once things got worse, it would be every kid for himself. It always is.

If he knew one thing about life, it was this: look out for yourself. No one else would do it for you. If you were cheated or tricked, it was your own fault, and a lesson best learned before the world devoured you.

Switchblade, I said. Nice. I could use one of those. That's not enough? He whispered, pointing at my gun. It does the job, if the job us to kill. I need a backup that's not always so lethal. You could try getting yourself into fewer situations where you need a weapon.

See? It's a menace. We may have escaped a thunder hawk, but ultimately, we will perish . . . killed by my hair.

Her niece had the parenting skills of a … Rose didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Any creature in nature so incapable of caring for its young would have died out centuries ago.

Only humans kill for sport.

There'd been months when hunger seemed to be the driving force in his life.

But what had really happened tonight? With the cougar, it was obviously adrenaline with a chaser of shock, and maybe a little post-traumatic stress thrown in for good measure.

I…I still--" "Can't believe it?" Rafe shrugged. "I'm guessing a regular person wouldn't have survived. But we're part cat so maybe falls aren't so bad. I think I lost one of my nine lives though." He twisted to look at the stab wound. "Maybe two.