Quotes About Survival

I'll catch something to cook in the morning. I don't think we're far from the river. There will be fish." "You can do that?" Logan eyed her. Maddie eyed him back, a little offended. "I caught a Russian killer." Logan ate another berry. "Point taken.

And if you see a bear -" "It's more afraid of me than I am of it," Logan filled in, but Maddie stopped short. "No." She shook her head and looked at him like he might be a moron, which he probably was, "It's not afraid of you. It's a bear! So back away slowly and hope it doesn't want to kill you. Because it can without breaking a sweat." Logan studied her face, then nodded slowly. "Killer bears. Check.

Dear Logan, Someday I'm going to write a book: How to Not Die in Alaska -- A Girl's Guide to Fashionable Survival.

She definitely wasn't going to think about how hot Logan looked because: (A) It was Logan! and (B) She'd heard stories about girls who met cute boys and then lost their heads, and being that they were currently being held by a knife-wielding, ticked-off Russian, Maddie really didn't want to find out how literal that saying might be.

Keep an eye out for caves," she told Logan. "And sometimes you can crawl into the big trees, nest in around the roots. But we have to be careful." "Because of bears?" Logan asked. "And wolves," she said. "Wolves like places like that." "Oh. There are wolves now. Yay," Logan said.

A sane person would be terrified by now, he knew, ranting and rambling and promising to give the man with the gun anything he wanted. But Logan had learned a long time ago that there was nothing you could give a man with a gun to make him happy. Men with guns were only satisfied when they took . And Logan was going to hang on to the last of his self-respect for as long as he possibly could.

I shouldn't be alive

Not if I save you first.

How have you been, Gracie?" "Alive.

Tell me, Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" We'd reached another door, and I stopped and looked up at the camera that monitored the entrance, just as I whispered, "Alive.

There was the ibuprofen in a tiny white bottle. A canteen that was half full and three energy bars. A pack of Band-Aids, two empty plastic bags. A sleeping bag. A poncho. Two pairs of thick, tall socks, and something that looked like a solar phone charger.

el hospital donde llevaba más de treinta y seis horas luchando, primero por la República, luego por mi propia vida, la que estaba a punto de perder.

En España no se podía vivir, pero vivíamos. Los que tenían una oportunidad, se fugaban a Francia o se echaban al monto. Los que habían perdido todas, se suicidaban. Para los que no teníamos la ocasión ni el coraje de escapar, sólo existía una receta, conformidad, paciencia y, sobre todo, resignación

Volvía a preguntarme por qué no nos fusilaban a todos, por qué no nos liquidaban de una vez en lugar de matarnos tan despacio, tantas veces, tantas pequeñas muertes de hambre, de tristeza de humillación

Todos vivimos en un cementerio, pero algunos estamos vivos todavía.

Pero hoy no han matado a nadie

My health is the No. 1 concern and my longevity is the No. 1 concern.

Circumstances will determine what I term the survival value of humankinds moral compass. Being highly moral in an immoral environment will almost certainly be detrimental to ones survival and vice versa.

Human beings are emotional amoral egoists, driven above all by emotional self-interest. All of our thoughts, beliefs and motivations are neurochemically mediated, some predetermined for survival, others alterable.

I spent the strangest days of my life in Amirbar. In Amirbar I left shreds of my soul and most of the energy that fired my youth. Perhaps I came down from there more serene, I don't know, but I was everlastingly weary too. What happened to me since then has been a matter of simply surviving each day's difficulties. Trivialities. Not even the ocean could give back to me my vocation for dreaming with my eyes open: I used that up in Amirbar and received nothing in return.

Sie hatten mich einfach in die Höhle des Löwen laufen lassen, ohne Munition, ohne Verteidigungsmittel, ohne Ratschläge, wie ich das überleben sollte.

Did you ever stop and think that maybe you were supposed to survive? That maybe, it wasn't just Damen who saved you? And

Me recordaba una procesión fúnebre; estos hombre, mujeres y niños que avanzan con una mirada de muerte y derrota en sus rostros. No podía imaginarme cómo el gueto, ya sobrepoblado, podía darle cabida a una persona más.

Pero para poder sobrevivir en este mundo extraño, tuve que aprender que el amor se parecía mucho a la pintura. El espacio negativo entre las personas era tan importante como el espacio positivo que ocupan.