Quotes About Survival

It only hurts at first," she said. "After a while you can't feel anything." Mr. Styles grinned as if her reply were a ball he'd taken physical pleasure in catching. "Words to live by," he said

At times the brusque mass of everything that was not him seemed likely to crush Eddie into dust the way he crushed the dried-out moths that collected in piles on the protectory

Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.

Sometimes my sister and I laugh so hard that we fall upon the floor, unable to speak or move, just shaking so hard that it is not clear if we are going to be able to survive our own happiness. It makes it hard to breathe.

The events of his childhood had never left him. Instead the memory had grown watery, indistinct, like something he'd dreamed. Abused, molested: these were not terms he used, even to himself.

Many of the women in Los Angeles are part of the notorious gang culture, and they will forever have my gratitude for, you know, letting me live.

None of us are at the end of what we experience. It may feel like we are at times the target of sorrow or of anger, but these things must pass through us if we want to survive them. We cannot keep joy to ourselves or love hidden away. Nor can we harbor pain so deep that it takes root. We can set the love we have inside our hearts free to be enjoyed by those we hold dear. We have in us the power to reshape

Almost dying is awfully easy. It's the living that's hard.

Little Sisters' Survival Guide, rule number thirty-seven," Skylar said. "Scream before they hit you.

Your silence on the issue of people trying to kill you is deeply disturbing.

Being raised by a psychopath will do that to you.

In the past six weeks, I'd been shot at, blown up, kidnapped, and paraded around as the living, breathing embodiment of Cinderella stories. To the world, I was a scandal, a mystery, a curiosity, a fantasy.

Personally, no matter how tempting it might be, I make it a policy not to surgically bestow near invincibility upon the people who would most like to see me dead.

Left with nothing but my own bloody fingertips, I let out a war cry of my own, raked my nails over its face, and fought like a girl.

Life is full of drowning people, ready and willing to drown you, too.

If I had a nickel for every time I almost died, I would have been driving to school in a Ferrari and flying off to Bora-Bora on the weekends.

Do you know what I thought when you tried to kill me? The first time? I thought, How can somebody want me dead when no one knows I'm alive?

I wasn't built for running away from monsters. I wanted desperately to run toward them--track them down, kill them. Luckily, I was used to restraining myself, used to acting human even when I wasn't, and the human part of my brain reminded me that right now, preternatural beasties weren't exactly my primary concern. Someone had made a strong attempt at killing me this morning....

I had no weapons. No plan. Nothing but my blood and my hands. They were coming, and there were more of them than I'd realized.

After getting dressed at warp speed, I actually managed to drive all the way to high school before I realized I'd forgotten my morning coffee. Mystery, intrigue, and naked dreams aside, that didn't bode well for my chances at making it through the morning without killing myself. Or someone else.

But on a more visceral level: I could have died.

Life is full of drowning people, reading and willing to drown you, too.

Sometimes, the hardest thing to be is the one who lives

Whoever triggered the explosion must have mistimed things. If you'd been two steps closer, you would have died." His voice got tighter. "Two of my men didn't make it." Devastating guilt drilled through me, a needle-thin icicle straight to the heart. I felt heavy and numb. "I'm sorry.