Quotes About Survival

supply had been cut off and livestock were dying of thirst.

The ducks swallow the worms, and the foxes kill the ducks, and the men shoot the foxes, and the devil hunts the men.

He could survive anywhere but he belonged nowhere.

This is a hard place. Only hard things survive here: hard rock, coarse grass, tough sheep, savage birds, sturdy houses and strong men. It is for places like this that the word "bleak" has been invented.

Then the Nazis offer them hope, and they ask themselves: What have I got to lose?

Ya lo ves, todo cuanto amaba me fue arrebatado —dijo con frialdad—. Cuando uno lo ha perdido todo… —Empezaba a desmoronarse, pero se esforzó por continuar—. Cuando uno lo ha perdido todo, ya no le queda nada más que perder.

himself, that he might survive tomorrow's

Când ai pierdut totul, nu mai ai nimic de pierdut.

Then everything is clear, Reynold said, looking around triumphantly at the crowd. Jacques Cherbourg did not drown, he survived. He went to England, lived there a while, made a girl pregnant, and died. The girl gave birth to a boy and named him after the father. Jack here is now twenty, and looks exactly like his father did twenty-four years ago. Reynold looked at the priest. No need for exorcism here, father. It's just a family reunion.

y el único delito que han cometido es pedir pan!

Dos tigres no pueden vivir en la misma montaña. Proverbio chino

The plague was not just a physical sickness, she was beginning to realize. Ismay had escaped the disease, but her soul had been in peril.

Good wood was better than silver, he had liked to say, because it was harder to steal. "We've got nothing left, and no way to make a living," Edgar said. "What on earth are we going to do?

El hombre era el único animal que acababa con la vida de los de su propia especie por millones

The duck swallows the worm

He felt a bit like the von Ulrich house looked, battered and bombed and shot at but still standing.

However, their affection for each other had proved strong enough to survive their differences—so far.

This world . . . belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

This world … belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

I understand perfectly; it's like the madman who goes over Niagara Falls in a coffee can because that's as good a way as any to get dead." "That's right," I tell him, knowing he don't understand it at all—that it's more because it's as good a way as any to stay alive. . . .

BAD LUCK on the road can last only so long; then you die, or your luck improves.

Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction.

What is crucial to your survival as a race is not the redistribution of power and wealth within the prison but rather the destruction of the prison itself.

I lived by the candlelight for two years because I couldn't afford power. It was nice and romantic at the time, but if you can't afford power you're pretty broke. You endure it.