Quotes About Survival

But folk who have tasted of death are only partly alive. In the dark corners of their souls and minds, death still lurks unconquered.

When I cannot stand alone, it will be time to die," he mumbled, through mashed lips. "But I'd like a flagon of wine. Conan- Rogues in the House

In his roaming about the world the giant adventurer had picked up a wide smattering of knowledge, particularly including the speaking and reading of many alien tongues. Many a sheltered scholar would have been astonished at the Cimmerian's linguistic abilities, for he had experienced many adventures where knowledge of a strange language had meant the difference between life and death.

To put it succinctly, in fashioning a Judaism that allowed Jews to survive centuries of subjugation, the rabbis also fashioned a Judaism that allowed Jews to thrive in the modern period.

If Judaism was going to survive, the rabbis would have to take their religion into their own hands and shape it so that it could deal with the reality of exile. The same sense of independence helps explain why the rabbis adopted a high degree of tolerance for each other's opinions on the meaning of God's laws. If the rabbis could argue with God, as they sometimes did, they could certainly argue with other rabbis.

All the rules had to be invented from the beginning. No one knew what the rules were, but gradually figured them out. The basics were: We've got to take a line. We've got to stay up off the floor. We have to have enough light to see. And we have to save enough air to get out.

Someone once said that World War Three would be fought with atomic weapons and the next war with sticks and stones.

After lunch, and Evans still not appearing, we looked out, to see him still afar off. By this time we were alarmed, and all four started back on ski. I was first to reach the poor man and shocked at his appearance; he was on his knees with clothing disarranged, hands uncovered and frostbitten, and a wild look in his eyes.

e are in a desperate state, feet frozen &c. No fuel and a long way from food, but it would do your heart good to be in our tent, to hear our songs and the cheery conversation as to what we will do when we get to Hut Point.

I would rather live than die. I would rather die than survive as a monster.

Mithorden: I would rather live than die. I would rather die than survive as a monster.

Surviving dangerous times require a sense of humor.

Adapt or die, that's as true for religion as it is for people.

Don't you know that if people could bottle the air they would? Don't you know that there would be an American Air-bottling Association? And don't you know that they would allow thousands and millions to die for want of breath, if they could not pay for air? I am not blaming anybody. I am just telling how it is.

that at least, while fighting, she knew she was alive.

No self-respecting blowfly wants to lay eggs in acid.

Abused people cling to their abusers.

We are mammals who need sex, need companionship, who seek the protective enclave of the family for reasons of survival and reproduction. We select a so-called loved one for the most primitive reason - my hero's preference for a pear-shaped woman is self-explanatory, I think. The loved one laughs or smells like the parent who gave one youthful succor and all else is projected, all else is invented

Like foxes to a dustbin,

a fronte praecipitium, a tergo lupi.

He knew some of the signs of post-traumatic stress disorder and she had now survived two near-fatal attacks. In the immediate aftermath of losing half his leg in Afghanistan, he, too, had experienced dissociation, finding himself suddenly and abruptly removed from his present surroundings to those few seconds of acute foreboding and terror that had preceded the disintegration of the Viking in which he had been sitting, and of his body and military career.

Then there was survival. There was going on, as she had always gone on, without much joy, against her will, against her instincts, without the stomach for it, but on and on and on, without relief, without release, without a hand to reach out and touch her heart. Without kindness or comfort. But on. Forced into such poverty, imprisoned in such despair, there was only one thing she was sure she could do. She could survive.

Goals are not only absolutely necessary to motivate us. They are essential to really keep us alive.

People will perish, but books are immortal. (Pompeii)