Quotes About Survival

Haven't you been hurt?" Miss Lillian asked. Theta thought of Roy's fists. Mrs. Bowers's cold cruelty. Even the first wound of abandonment. "Yes." "And here you still are. No. The question is this: Haven't you been hurt enough?

We're all damaged, somehow.

Sometimes you had to become a different version of yourself to move safely through certain spaces in the world.

He shouldered his backpack and slid his gun in his waistband.

As others grown more intelligent under stress, I grow heavy, as if I were an animal on a chain.

Lincoln Child

It's the living who are left to suffer. A hard truth, but that's the way it is.

It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places, but the Devlin weed patch had sprouted quite a wildflower in Faith.

It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places

hurting was better than dying.

She'd taken some anthropology courses, because they'd seemed interesting, so she knew the dynamics of sexual instincts. That had to be it. Women responded to strong, powerful, or heroic men. In caveman days, that had meant higher chances of survival. Women didn't have to do that now, but the old instincts remained; how else could one explain the allure of Donald Trump for so many women?

You were wonderful," Caleb said, giving Lily's bottom a little pat. "Like I said, if it weren't for me, you'd probably be dead." Caleb laughed and pulled her down onto his lap. "Probably so. You win, Lily. You were right to believe you knew how to take care of yourself, no matter what the circumstances." "Of course I was right," Lily said, unbuttoning her fancy shirtwaist, which was now dirty and speckled with blood. An

I shall have to drink poi­son if we are taken cap­tive and forced to live in a harem.

More than twelve hundred boys arrived safely. It took them a year and a half.

Marial and Uncle were no longer by his side, and they never would be again, but Salva knew that both of them would have wanted him to survive, to finish the trip and reach the Itang refugee camp safely. It was almost as if they had left their strength with him, to help him on his journey.

No! No matter how cut up she was, no matter how many scars on her body, no matter that every man who looked at her thought she was repugnant, she wanted to live! "Lia," Robert asked quietly, "how

Th-they're following my tracks . . . ," and she could feel her breath being stolen from her body. She was going to die!

with the limb, joined the others, Lia gasped. The three men stood talking in low voices for several minutes, and then they drew closer, heads down, slowly following her muddy footprint trail. Lia breathed into the sat phone, "Th-they're following

There are three things that have meaning for life. They are the motivational factors for everything in your life––for anything that you do or any living thing does: The first is survival, the second is social order, and the third is entertainment. Everything in life progresses in that order.

It is not altogether an easy matter to undress and get ready for the night when you have no chair, no bed, no table, no water, only a little straw, and are thrown in with numbers of other people in a dark room.

Why should the Nazis do anything to me? Just because I have a little lingerie shop in Nice and my name is Gustav Kohn? What interest can Hitler possibly have in me? Don't you think I ought to stay?

What history had taught him was Amazement. A tremendous amazement that each time those in jeopardy had been so slow in thinking about their safety.

I thought of my Levantine later on when the Vichy government proclaimed laws against Jews that were modelled on those of Nürnberg.

In the camp at Les Mille I observed again in myself and in others how very quickly the human being becomes acclimated.