Quotes About Survival

If we light a fire, someone out boating might see us." "That's a good idea," Sam said. "Or it would be. If we had matches to light a fire. Or if anyone was actually out boating." "Why don't we just find a place to hide?" Hayley said. "That way, when someone does come, we can see if it's a real rescue or not." "How the hell are you going to tell the difference?" Sam said. "Ask them?

Figures," Corey muttered. "Survive a forest fire, helicopter crash, and killer eels, only to slip on a rock.

Figures," Corey muttered. "Survive a forest fire, helicopter crash, and killer eels, only to slip on a rock." "That's what you get for trying to take charge," Hayley said. "No kidding.

You've forgotten everything my dad taught us all about dealing with big cats, haven't you?" "Oddly, it's slipped my mind. Something to do with seeing six-inch fangs a foot from my throat." "They're two inches, tops, and she's a meter away." "Maya…

Plenty of dead vegetation had blown in and dried out, and Daniel managed to knock rocks together, get a spark, and light a tiny blaze. Considering I'd escaped a raging forest fire earlier that day, I was good with tiny.

I swung onto the next branch as Rafe did the same on the other side. I felt the bear's hot breath on my stockinged foot and snatched it away as his teeth clicked together. He roared in frustration, then leaned on the tree and shook it again. "Hold on!" Rafe shouted, like I was planning on doing anything else.

Daniel and I helped him up. "Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said. "That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck.

Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said. "That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck." "From now on, we'll flag down cars from the shoulder." Daniel looked at Corey, who was rubbing his sore butt. "Or maybe the ditch.

So, I guess you'll be moving on, then? she said. Got thing to do? Places to be? Daniel winced. Corey lifted his brows. Rafe only sputtered a laugh. Well, at least you didn't say you're sorry to see me alive.

I fired. The bullet hit him below the shoulder. He fell, his mouth working, eyes wide with shock. "It might not be fatal," I said. "Depends on how long it takes you to find your cell phone.

Now, after three days in the forest, that human part of me was sick of trees and streams and forest paths. It wanted a sofa and a TV and a shower. God, it really wanted a shower.

If she was still wearing the muzzle and rope, then they--" "--wanted it to look like she really escaped," Sam said. "There's blood on the rope," I said. "That means she pulled free from whoever had her." "Or they're very detail-oriented.

He was one of those guys who can talk to anyone--and talk his way out of trouble, which in Corey's case is a necessary survival skill.

Next the guys were heading out to find a house we could hole up in--someplace the Cabals wouldn't expect to find us. Sam's leg wasn't up to scouting, and Rafe thought I should stay with her, take a break, get a hot shower, and put on the fresh clothes I'd brought from home. That may have been his nice way of saying I really needed that shower.

The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now." "Ah, but that's the trick. You cheat death, it keeps trying.

And so, some think it may be possible to survive their presence if only one can enter into a state in which one is not afraid. Only we are so very afraid of them. How could we not be? They are monsters.

Captain's Log... ...Four days have passed with no sign of human life on this island. Hunger is about to push me to the point of... ...Eating pocket lint. It looks edible.

Men were the only animals that slaughtered their own kind by the million, and turned the landscape into a waste of shell craters and barbed wire. Perhaps the human race would wipe itself out completely, and leave the world to the birds and trees, Walter thought apocalyptically. Perhaps that would be for the best.

It was a sunny day in early summer, and he could hear birdsong. In a nearby orchard that had so far escaped shelling, apple trees were blossoming bravely. Men were the only animals that slaughtered their own kind by the million, and turned the landscape into a waste of shell craters and barbed wire. Perhaps the human race would wipe itself out completely, and leave the world to the birds and trees, Walter thought apocalyptically. Perhaps that would be for the best.

The knowledge that someone was trying his best to kill you was overwhelmingly oppressive

Men were the only animals that slaughtered their own kind by the million, and turned the landscape into a waste of shell craters and barbed wire. Perhaps the human race would wipe itself out completely, and leave the world to the birds and trees

Carla no creía en Dios —ninguna entidad sagrada digna de tal nombre habría permitido que llegaran a existir los campos de exterminio nazis—

Vivimos en una tiranía brutal [… ] Tenemos que hacer algo para mantener viva la esperanza.

Their violence, plus the southward creep of the Sahara Desert, were driving people like Kiah to risk their lives crossing the Mediterranean in inflatable dinghies.