Quotes About Survival

Kakvi smo mi to ljudi? Kakav smo mi to narod?... Izme?u Azije i Evrope, na granici vera, carstava, ginuli smo nerazumno, više za druge nego za sebe... i ne stekosmo ni jednog vernog prijatelja. Taj nesre?ni i prokleti srpski narod! U Evropi smo danas jedina država koja nema nijednog istinskog prijatelja. Nijednog! Ali nas Bog opet sa?uva. Sa?uva nas zbog ne?eg. I za nešto.

Shvataš li šta je to po?i u rat? Ako se i vratim, ne?u biti onaj koji je otišao. Ja se, Natalija, ne bojim smrti, bojim se rata. Užasno se bojim rata.

Rat je najgori ljudski posao, Ivane. Uvek zlo ratuje. Ponekad taj strašni posao pokre?e pravda. Neko ga radi da bi živeo. Mi Srbi radimo za život. Idi s voljom da živiš. I s verom pošao, sine.

Sve nam se smrklo da ne svane nikad, jer i nema za šta kad nam je sudbina pse?a i do rata i u ratu.

Sometimes you could see the scars and sometimes you couldn't. But everybody had them.

Quanti anni era trascorsi dalla sua prima messa su quella stessa tavola posata su due casse? Cinque sei, sette? Come tenere il conto del tempo in un universo senza passato né futuro? In un mondo in cui la vita di tanti uomini è racchiusa nell'attimo di sopravvivenza presente.

In the face of technology, everything becomes a little atavistic.

I've got death inside me. It's just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.

Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.

It was pretty frightening because as we all know, when large, famous groups breakup, a lot of the members don't survive in solo careers.

We know our land was here before we came and that it will be here long after we are gone. With our wine, we have survived wars, the Revolution and phylloxera. Each harvest renews promises made in the spring. We live with the continuing cycle. This gives us a taste of eternity.

For Henri Jayer of Vosne-Romanée in Burgundy, it meant trading his wine for food so his family would have enough to eat. For Prince Philippe Poniatowski of Vouvray, it meant burying his best wines in his yard so that he would have something to restart business with after the war.

The Great War (I) had taught everyone an important lesson: survival in the face of a common enemy depended on working together. That meant resolving differences peacefully...

it wont be long now it wont be longman is making deserts of the earthit wont be long nowbefore man will have it used upso that nothing but antsand centipedes and scorpionscan find a living on it

forget the ink, the milk, the blood - all was washed clean with the flood we rose up from the falling waters the fallen rain's own sons and daughters and none of this, none of this matters.

It was not bleeding quite so badly now, he decided—or maybe he was just running out of blood.

Violence is the way of the world because competition is the way of life-perpetuation. Without violence there can be no competition, and without competition there can be no life. Something dies for every instant that something else lives.

God had chosen to keep me alive. Even in my worst moments of depression and self-pity, I never forgot that. Christy

couldn't say it, but I believed then-and still do-that I survived only because a number of people wanted me to. They were relentless, passionate, and desperate, and they believed God would hear them. People prayed for me who had never seriously prayed before; some who hadn't uttered a word of petition in years cried out to God to spare me. My experience brought people to their knees, and many of them had changed in the process of praying for me to live.

Whenever the long poles supporting their homes began to rot, they simply moved to a new location and built new homes.

you do not avenge a murder by killing—you avenge it by living.

Life is trying to kill us," she says. Life, Malone thinks, is trying to kill everyone. And it always succeeds. Sometimes before you die.

the old "4-4-40" rough standard for human survival: four minutes without air, four days without water, forty days without food.

Libra mi cuello de la espada. Y mi vida de las garras del perro.