Quotes About Survival

Ironically, later we used the money that we were able to bring to the camp to wipe our bottoms. We simply didn't have any other paper. We tore ten-guilder notes into quarters and then we could use them four times. That was just fine, because it's not pleasant to have a dirty behind.

We knew about the gas chambers. As soon as you arrived in Auschwitz, you knew about the gas chambers. How, I don't know. But we knew it. We saw that huge, black, smoky fire; we lived close by. We smelled the odor. You can never forget that.

And then, that Kapo behind you. You're just a poor wretch and there's a Kapo wearing a splendid woolen angora sweater and a short skirt and high boots and magnificently piled up hair. She follows you with a whip in her hand. I won't say that they were all like that, but yes, we had good reason to hate those Polish Kapos. To this day I don't like angora sweaters.

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When your daily mission involves scouring destruction trying to find anybody alive, a friendly snout and a soul who will do nothing but sit by your side is more powerful than any medicine. The dogs provided hope and a return to normalcy.

We will speak of what we must do concerning the Frenchman, who now comes as many as the locusts—who drinks the water, burns the wood, and kills the buffalo of our hunting grounds, so that the Shoshone people may one day have not enough to eat.

Out here we go hungry sometimes. There we would beg, humiliate ourselves, get robbed, and then starve. Now

It's not death people are afraid of. It's life.

cut a piece of moist skin from a dead horse, and tied it tightly over the wound. Curly

what we must do concerning the Frenchman, who now comes as many as the locusts—who drinks the water, burns the wood, and kills the buffalo of our hunting grounds, so that the Shoshone people may one day have not enough to eat.

In war, you can only be killed once, but in politics, many times.

Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.

"Not in vain" may be the pride of those who have survived and the epitaph of those who fell.

The nose of the bulldog has been slanted backwards so that he can breathe without letting go.

We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.

The book from which you take your teaching, Dr. Halse, says that man shall not live by bread alone. These days you're asking men to live without even bread.

At dawn, they call in a napalm airplane, but it drop the shit damn near right on top of us. Our own fellers be all signed and burnt up - come running out into the open, eyes big as biscuits, everybody cussing and sweating and scared, woods set on fire, damn near put the rain out!

After a while, they start landing some relief in helicopters, and I guess the napalm bomb have frightened away the gooks. They must of figured that if we was willing to do that to ourselves, then what the hell would we of done to them? They taking the wounded out of there, when along come Sergeant Kranz, hair all singed off, clothes burnt up, looking like he just got shot out of a cannon.

Things is very primitive in the jungle - no place to shit, sleep on the ground like an animal, eat out of cans, no place to take a bath or nothing, clothes is all rotting off.

You were saved because you were the first.You were saved because you were the last.Alone. With others.On the right. On the left.Because it was raining. Because of the shade.Because the day was sunny.

But when you're deprived of it for a lengthy period then you value human companionship. But you have to survive and so you devise all kinds of mental exercises and it's amazing.

In one form or the other, the quest for human dignity has proved to be one of the most propulsive elements for wars, civil strife and willing sacrifice. Yet the entitlement to dignity, enshrined among the 'human rights', does not aspire to being the most self-evident, essential need for human survival, such as food, or physical health. Compared to that other candidate for the basic impulse of human existence - self-preservation - it may even be deemed self-indulgent.

I've got a deep dark suspicion that pretty soon we should start looking around for another planet for ourselves.

The sum of the whole matter is this, that our civilization cannot survive materially unless it be redeemed spiritually