Quotes About Survival

I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times.

for Christ's sake, stay alive.

Estou lutando para permanecer nesse mundo caótico de merda. Ficar no parapeito da torre do sino não é pra morrer. É pra ter controle. É pra nunca mais dormir de novo.

Theodore FinchI was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.

The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. The reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe—I'm fighting to be here in this shitty, messed-up world. Standing on the ledge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control. It's about never going to sleep again.

It feels a lot like the strain of trying to stay awake when I can feel the darkness sliding under my skin, trying to borrow my body without asking so that my hands become its hands, my legs its legs.

But if a human was to avoid all life-threatening diseases and infections and accidents, he—or she—should live to be a hundred and fifteen.

I open my eyes and sit straight up , gasping, filling my lungs. I'm happy no one's here to see me, because I'm sputtering and splashing and coughing up water. There's no rush of having survived, only emptiness, and lungs that need air, and wet sticking hair to my face

Minha irmã morreu de leucemia e vocês tinham que ver as flores e a empatia. - Ela levanta as mãos e, mesmo do outro lado da mesa, consigo ver as cicatrizes. - Mas quando eu quase morri, ninguém mandou flores. Fui considerada egoísta e louca por desperdiçar minha vida sendo que a da minha irmã tinha sido tirada. [...] - Não me entendam mal, prefiro estar aqui a estar morto, mas às vezes sinto que tudo que fazia de mim quem eu era foi embora.

The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. The reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe--I'm fighting to be here in this shitty, messed-up world. Standing on the edge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control. It's about never going to sleep again.

Maybe he knew it, and maybe that's why he decided to crash into the glass a little harder than normal that day. He would have died in here, only slower, because that's what happens when you're a Finch. The marriage dies. The love dies. The people fade away.

I don't want a Nazi to notice me and think, Jew. Because then I might die, too.

As Papa pulls me along, I see brown shoes, brown pants legs, brown dresses, brown road. I look up at the brown buildings and the cloud of brown dust and smoke that hangs in the sky. Bright colors don't exist in the ghetto, except for the yellow stars and puddles of red blood that we carefully step around.

Bright colors don't exist in the ghetto, except for the yellow stars and puddles of red blood that we carefully step around.

Every single evening, for over fifty years, Sylvia has said Kaddish—the prayer for the dead. She prays for her little friends Hava and Itka. Then she prays for all the others—uncles, cousins, neighbors, and strangers—who perished in the war. Their voices were silenced years ago. Now Sylvia has spoken up to remember them, and to share her memories so that we will never forget.

After all, it's one thing to run away when someone's chasing you. It's entirely another to be running all alone.

on living and working in Los Angeles] Los Angeles is like a desert. The only thing that exists is the work you do. You have that sense of living a precarious existence.

Life was short and loss was long and if anyone could find a bit of happiness – a tiny bit – they had to cling onto it like a lifebelt thrown to a drowning man

La vie est un sursaut. Il faut s'adapter quoi qu'il arrive, non ?

People get up every day and walk about with smiles on their faces who have been through things you and I could never imagine.

We are two survivors clinging to a life raft.

Hands on your breast can keep your heart beating.

FEW CAN IGNORE A BABY'S CRIES, EVEN IF THE RESPONSE IS IRRITATION. THIS IS ONE OF THE BUILT IN SAFEGUARDS THAT IS SUPPOSED TO GUARANTEE THE SURVIVAL OF THE RACE.

Evolution designed us to cry out if we are being abandoned. To make as much noise as possible so the tribe will come back for us.