Quotes About Survival

they cried out desperately for help, for pity, for water, for air, for a scrap of humanity.

I struggle for your rights despite my fears. But your rights have to be balanced against our needs for survival. That is why you cannot be satisfied. For you, every viable solution will always be lacking in justice. In a peace plan, everybody will have to do with less than they deserve.

Porque las guerras no se ganan ni se pierden, solamente se sufren. Y todo el que ha estado en una guerra, así salga ileso, es un herido de guerra.

Lo peor no es la muerte. Es la tristeza de los que quedamos vivos. Es el vacío.

This kind of caring for oneself is not about caring for one's own happiness. It is about finding ways to exist in a world that makes it difficult to exist. This is why, this is how: those who do not have to struggle for their own survival can very easily and rather quickly dismiss those who attend to their own survival as being self-indulgent. They do not need to attend to themselves; the world does it for them.

Each was over fifty and poor, probably homeless, wearing clothes that hadn't been washed this year. They were the same type of man you could see in any city in America, in a little park or square just off downtown, halfway to skid row. I think they started making them after the Civil War; fighters who'd lost their wars and lost their fight. Even when their side won, they lost.

Life. There it was. In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life, and those of us who'd been lucky enough to survive opened our arms wide and embraced it.

Always carry a large flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and further, always carry a small snake.

At the edges, near the tracks, tall weeds have taken over -- tough plants with stringy stalks, small leaves, and compact flowers. Designed to waste energy on nothing but getting their blooms up toward the sun.

if I've learned one thing in my decades on earth, it's this: Don't argue with your lizard brain; it knows you better than you know yourself.

I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything. -A

I couldn't see beyond the walls of our apartment or the few miles between home and school. Every day was about getting through it. Every weekend was about getting back to school, where there could be some structure and my routines.

While I'm counting with the Count, I list the reasons why I wish the pills had worked. 1. I wouldn't have to face going back to school. 2. I wouldn't spend the rest of my life being known as the girl who tried to kill herself and failed at that, too. 3. I wouldn't have to remember, and so, because of that, and here's the biggie: 4. I wouldn't have to feel. Anything. Ever again.

I mean, at first, it was kind of disappointing. But people recover from disappointment. Otherwise we'd all be hanging from nooses. Right?

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived.

I don't know how I stay alive. What I do know is that there is a light, far above us, that goes out when we die, and that in Hell there is a gray tulip that grows without any sun. It reminds me of everything I failed at, and I water it carefully. It is all I have to remind me of you.

Only a fire can teach you what survives a fire. No, it teaches you what can survive that fire.

I'm hungry. Do you have any Cheetos?" "Cheetos?" I screech. "We've somehow been transported from our basement to a forest in the middle of the night, and you're thinking about Cheetos?

Just to make sure it wasn't cancer. Or a heart attack. Or lymphangioleiomyomatosis. Which, sure, only affected one out of a million people, but it started with a cough, and if you were the one out of a million, then you were done-like-dinner within the year.

History is one war after another with a bunch of murders and natural disasters in between.

but now that I know it's possible for a couple of zebras to outsmart a crocodile, life is starting to look up -Joe

In my experience nobody gets to lead a totally charmed existence. Nobody escapes the pitfalls of being a human being. It's what seperates us from the zebras. Or that's my theory anyway

If we are all going to have tragedies, if none of us can escape them, then surely we have to learn from them, we have to gain something. And we have to use what we have gained. Those of us who have fought tooth and nail to overcome tragedy are, after all, nothing else, proof that such things can be survived. So we can actually help others survive their tragedies too. As long as they'll let us.