Quotes About Survival

The folly of war is that it can have no natural end except in the extinction an entire people.

No one would be able to name what had happened or would wish to name it. Rape was a word that came not be spoken at High Point Farm.

I think we are all cats with nine lives, or even more. We must rejoice in our elusive catness.

He thinks: He could give up. He could admit defeat. But he will not admit defeat. He is still alive.

You have hardened your heart against your "American cousin." It was courageous in the memoir to state so clearly how you had to harden your heart against so much, to survive. Americans believe that suffering makes saints of us, which is a joke. Still I realize you have no time for me in your life now. There is no "purpose" to me. Even

You don't have to understand why anything that has happened to you has happened nor do you even have to understand what it is that has happened. You have only to live with the remains. A

Si hubiera podido, habría echado a Warren a patadas y se habría quedado con Norma Jeane. Pero, naturalmente, no podía hacerlo. Vivimos en un mundo de hombres y una mujer debe traicionar a sus congéneres para sobrevivir.

En el Exilio te agarras a lo que tienes, a lo que no te han quitado (todavía).

Es corriente entre las víctimas de violación, sea hombre o mujer, evitar los espejos y la confrontación directa con todas las imágenes de "sí mismas". Como si donde había habido una persona, ahora no hubiera nadie.»

He'd never risk his life if he could avoid it. "I'd rather live, thank you." In

her employer Carl Spader had a saying: You're in politics, you're an optimist. You're no longer an optimist, you're no longer in politics. You're no longer an optimist, you're dead.

God dies if he is not loved but I was not loved and I did not die.

Like a memory of having been poisoned by something you'd eaten, barely managed to survive—and yet here is the food again, and you are hungry.

That town sits on the coals of the earth, at the very mouth of hell. They say that when people from there go to hell, they come back for a blanket.

Trabajando se come y comiendo se vive.

Ancak kertenkeleler ölünceye kadar ayn? delikte yaÅŸar.

No había aire. Tuve que sorber el mismo aire que salía de mi boca, deteniéndolo con las manos antes de que se fuera. Lo sentía ir y venir, cada vez menos; hasta que se hizo tan delgado que se filtró entre mis dedos para siempre

No tenía ganas de nada. Sólo de vivir.

Creí que me iba a matar. Eso fue lo que creí, tío. Y hasta dejé de pensar para morirme antes de que él me matara. Pero seguramente no se atrevió a hacerlo.

Let's say your life depended on it. You have to choose or you'll die." "Which one would you choose?" Caitlin said. "I asked you first." "Okay," Caitlin said. "I guess I'd take Von." Good, Vix thought. Because she had already chosen Bru for herself.

Man's Search for Meaning, by Victor Frankel.

This was a dog that had lived a nightmare of a life and still never whined or howled or cried out of pain or discomfort. You don't make a sound, I learned from Wonder, when no one ever comes to see how you're doing.

Ek umar guzar gayi ghar ke jhagdho mein Phir duniya ne bhi jeena muhaal kar diya

Yeh shehar ki aawargi ki zindagi ki kashmakash insaan nafrat mein ji kar mohbhatt se mar jaata hain