Quotes About Survival

Both flame and spider enrich themselves by understanding the natures of their prey; and fly and moth return again and again until this is accomplished.

Our only chance is to keep perfectly still. Our insignificance perhaps may save us.

Es imposible que tales potencias o seres hayan sobrevivido... hayan sobrevivido a una época infinitamente remota donde... la conciencia se manifestaba, quizá, bajo cuerpos y formas que ya hace tiempo se retiraron ante la marea de la ascendiente humanidad... formas de las que sólo la poesía y la leyenda han conservado un fugaz recuerdo con el nombre de dioses, monstruos, seres míticos de toda clase y especie...

Punk had in him still the instincts of his dying race; his taciturn silence and his endurance survived; also his superstition.

Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival... a survival of a hugely remote period when... consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes in forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity... forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds...

Animals, Mark, have no use for nostalgia, Aunt Kenna says. It is not a tool for survival, my darling. But

The still-alives. They were all crazy.

There's ways to survive these times, Doubleclick, and I think one way is the shape the telling takes.

There's ways to survive these times, Doubledick, and I think one way is the shape the telling takes

God, to breathe. Air. You dont know what it means until you cannot take a breath

I have often wondered why I've survived. Yet I know the answer. It's luck. Luck is a greater factor than anyone who succeeds ever wants to believe. The idea that one is destined to be the person who remains standing, the person smart enough to make all the money, to retain the beauty, is far more seductive. If there is good luck, there is bad luck. That is a reality no one wants to contemplate. But it is reality. I am merely lucky to be alive.

She folded her clothes carefully, for the benefit of Dr. Oswald. If she were neat, he'd let her live. Then she looked at the pictures on the walls. Thank God he didn't have diagrams of innards or ads for drugs. Instead, Maine landscapes. "I love Maine," Agnes said aloud. "I love Fellowship Point. May it live forever." There was no one to overhear her, but she was pretty sure she'd reached the stage where no one would hear her even if they heard her.

The body always wants to live. The spirit is less certain, more susceptible to the heart.

I have never known a patient to portray his parents more negatively than he actually experienced them in childhood but always more positively--because idealization of his parents was essential for his survival.

why can't I just live? Why can't I just live?

not many of us left not much movement in the blackening lanes among a few low trees little flocks of orchids in the ditches nobody cares

remembering better times whereas naming no names some of us would rather not remember something some of us have got enough bloody nightmares already

very nearly anonymous now having recently turned five thousand with the same wedge of yearning lodged in my chest as ever and getting accustomed to surviving like a bramble very good at growing anywhere you ought to praise me for this trailing bloom

And for an insane moment she thought, this is no different from normality, just women existing and surviving, this is what happens to women who don't fit into a world created by men.

There are things that do not change, which have an absolutely and transcendent validity, and which every person has a right to know. Religiously, morally, humanly, and politically our great nation can only hope to survive if it stands firmly on the ground of truth and gives its children the bread for which they hunger. This is the great task of education.

If you are reading this, you are still alive, and, therefore, the story is not over. Something else could happen.

Leef jij maar door, ook al wil de wereld dat je sterft. Jij bent sterker dan ik, jij bent niet bang en zit vol hoop, altijd. Je moet overleven! Want op de een of andere manier weet ik dat als jij overleeft, ik ook zal overleven. Jij bent mijn geest...

Even for the luckiest of us, life is mostly pain, with moments of happiness thrown in just to keep us vertical.

Joan once told me she thought compartmentalizing gets a bad rap—especially when it comes to people like us, who have been through something so traumatic; ignoring it for long periods of time can be a means of survival. When you've been through fire, you can't feel that burn every day, she explained. You have to go on with your life.