Quotes About Survival

The experience of war never quite leaves a young man or woman. A great many are utterly destroyed by it. All are indelibly and subtly marked by it, because, for good or evil, the memory never quite leaves any of us." Col.

As far as I could tell, life was nothing but a forced march down a mined highway. Even if you did everything you were supposed to do, sooner of later if was your turn to step on a claymore.

Being a junkie, when you broke it down, was nothing more than a crazed day job.

I would, if one-armned and jonesing, doubtless have found a way to cook up a hearty spoon of Mexican tar and slam it with my toes. (I met a double amputee in San Francisco whose girlfriend slapped a bra strap around his throat and geezed him in the neck. Another triumph of the human spirit. But slap me if I get sentimental...)

When life becomes sub-human, sub-humans come alive.

Instynkt ?ycia najtrudniej zabi?. Widzia?em ludzi, którzy im g??biej staczali si? w upodlenie, tym gwa?towniej pragn?li przetrwa? wszystko i ocali? siebie.

An idea which needs rifles to survive dies of its own accord.

He's like a flower doing its best on an asteroid, naked to so many cosmic terrors.

Sus oídos, escucharon un último disparo; una bala viajó por su cuerpo sin permiso, atravesándolo por una pierna.

I knew, however, that the next morning after the fight I would have to get away, and I did just in time, for a full company came early to look for me and were furious because I had escaped them.

The capitalists don't want anyone living off their economic grid.

the Amazon encampments began to seem more and more like microcosms of a national catastrophe.

How does a hardworking sixty-four-year-old-woman end up without a house or a permanent place to stay, relying on unpredictable low-wage work to survive? Living in a mile-high alpine wilderness, with intermittent snow and maybe mountain lions in a tiny trailer, scrubbing toilets at the mercy of employers who, on a whim, could cut her hours or even fire her? What does the future look like for someone like that?

The economy is a game. This game should be about nonessential things (motorcycles, computers, televisions). A person feeding their family, staying alive, having shelter . . . that should not be subject to an economy.

But for them—as for anyone—survival isn't enough. So what began as a last-ditch effort has become a battle cry for something greater. Being human means yearning for more than subsistence. As much as food or shelter, we require hope.

What parts of this life are you willing to give up, so you can keep on living?

Would you rather have food or dental work? Pay your mortgage or your electric bill? Make a car payment or buy medicine? Cover rent or student loans? Purchase warm clothes or gas for your commute?

life are you willing to give up, so you can keep on living? Most who face this dilemma will

In the widening gap between credits and debits hangs a question: What parts of this life are you willing to give up, so you can keep on living? Most who face this dilemma will not end up dwelling in vehicles. Those who do are analogous to what biologists call an "indicator species"—sensitive organisms with the capacity to signal much larger shifts in an ecosystem.

I know you're OK in your own. I've always been OK on my own, too. I guess I still would be if you don't ... I'll survive, anyway. I just wondered whether we might be OK together. I thought we might be more than OK. I thought we might be happy.

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.

What happens when you get scared half to death twice?

This book is for everyone who has survived. You are not broken. You can love and be loved, despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world. Even when you're drowning and so far under, there is always time to reach for someone who will teach you how to breathe again.

Her mind circled and darted like a bird whose nest has been destroyed.