Quotes About Survival

O comes o te comen, no hay más remedio.

Fue entonces cuando tuvo la idea de los espacios salvadores, la idea de que la civilización no era, no había sido nunca un movimiento, un estado de cosas general, un ambiente que abrazara al conjunto de la sociedad, sino diminutas ciudadelas levantadas a lo largo del tiempo y el espacio que resistían el asalto permanente de esa fuerza instintiva, violenta, obtusa, fea, destructora y bestial que dominaba el mundo y que ahora se había metido en su propio hogar.

la retórica y la manera como había nacido el lenguaje, la comunicación humana, quehacer al que Smith identifica no sólo por una necesidad de supervivencia sino con la propiedad y la simpatía, el don de gentes y el sentido común, pilares de la vida social y de su argamasa: la sociabilidad

Yo no quería creer que hubiera traicionado a su compañero de toda la vida. Bueno, la política es eso, abrirse camino entre cadáveres. —El

Un tiro es un segundo. Eso es preferible a irse muriendo de a poquitos, de hambre, de frío, de soledad, de tristeza.

la idea de que la civilización no era, no había sido nunca un movimiento, un estado de cosas general, un ambiente que abrazara al conjunto de la sociedad, sino diminutas ciudadelas levantadas a lo largo del tiempo y el espacio que resistían el asalto permanente de esa fuerza instintiva, violenta, obtusa, fea, destructora y bestial que dominaba el mundo

Poverty is the mother of crime. —MARCUS AURELIUS

But you go through with it, continue to fight, because you hope one day it won't be like this. Life can be so cruel. It doles out just enough hope to keep you going, like a small cup of water and one slice of bread to someone on the verge of starvation.

she was flighty and poor, a French studies major who quoted Simone de Beauvoir. She wiped her runny nose on her coat sleeve when it was snowing, stuck her head out of car windows the way dogs do, the wind fireworking her hair. That woman was gone now. Not that it was her fault. Vast fortunes did that to people. It took them to the cleaners, cruelly starched and steam-pressed them so all their raw edges, all the dirt and hunger and guileless laughter, were ironed out. Few survived real money.

Some stories you should run from while you still have legs.

Most of the kids had been so mentally screwed up by their parents they needed more than twelve weeks of wilderness. They needed reincarnation. To die and just come back as a grasshopper, as a fucking weed. That'd be preferable to the agony they were in just by being alive.

As I scaled some rocks, I didn't move out of the way in time as a wave crashed to shore and I got soaked up to my shins in icy water. I could forget about a Russian vor; I was going to look like Tom Hanks in goddamn Cast Away by the time I arrived.

Vast fortunes did that to people. It took them to the cleaners, cruelly starched and steam-pressed them so all their raw edges, all the dirt and hunger and guileless laughter, were ironed out. Few survived real money.

Grab what you can and fight your way to a lifeboat.' Everyone associated with the slow printed word is fast becoming the Great Crested Newt of the culture. First it was the poets, the playwrights, then the novelists. Veteran newspapermen are next.

Certainly, they'd had to endure the war, but they had each other close by. They had never known the confusion of being a third-worlder, they had always a home!

Si certains lieux publics avaient survécu aux répressions du régime, soit c'était pour nous laisser un espace de liberté, soit c'était de l'ignorance.

Despite being the Most Likely on a list of The Rock Stars Most Likely to Croak ..., Keith has outlasted ex-bandmates, ex-drug buddies and, so he claims, several of his own doctors. Yet as the man himself observes, Every day of my life is show business. Start him up ...

They were all running on adrenaline, which cannot just be turned off. So even when they had silent hours and felt reasonably safe with their backs against a wall, most could not fully sleep. They would nod off with their head between their knees, a rifle in one hand and a grenade in the other. It was more like being temporarily not awake than sleep.

And while each death would echo loudly halfway around the world, hurling families and even whole communities into grief, often with shattering consequences for generations, in Hue there wasn't even time to stop and look, much less grieve.

Mileski had once been caught in a home burglary and had been shot in the leg by police. Afterward, he limped.

when we were all boarding his helicopter for a trip to Atlantic City, the airlift facility refused to fuel the helicopter. One of the guys took out his own Mobil card and charged $2000 worth of gas." Donald has said, "Once you have enough to eat and live, money is about ego." To survive, he had to let others manage his affairs, which was humbling enough. Harder still was giving up the fantasy

his days were reduced to trying to stay alive and not to disgrace himself.

All had had close calls. They lived in what combat correspondent Dale Dye would later call "the high weirdness of survival when the odds say you should be stone dead.

The perfect wound was one that was not mortal, debilitating, or disfiguring, but that was bad enough to get you out.