Quotes About Survival

How they look? Bathymaas Not bad. They might actually survive a few battles. Caleb

Any game plan? (Xypher) Don't die. (Sin) I like it. Simple, bold. Impossible. Works for me. (Xypher)

Run, you flippin' moron, run!

Eh, ca c'est bon. That was life. Some days you ate the rougarou. Some days the rougarou devoured you.

A wooden stake through the heart will kill just about anything. And if it doesn't, run like hell. -Kyrian

One thing I still remembered from my war days was how to move in shrubbery.

She already told me that she doesn't have to be nice, so why do I? Because my mother raised me right? That's why wolves always win. Because the rest of us mind our manners and get devoured for our efforts.

Bad thing about fighters, though, too often they were forged in fire.

Miss Fielding had no fears of ultimate survival, even in beauty. When she passed on, she would draw after her every trailing mist of herself, effacing herself so completely that even after her death, even after her bones, which she could not help, were gone, she would be a bother to no one, would intrude on no mind.

My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood.

I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the deathcup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.

I think that an atmosphere like this one can find out the flaws and faults and weaknesses in all of us, and break us apart in a matter of days. We have only one defense, and that is running away.

When a wolf attacks the flock and devours a lamb, the rest of the lambs panic; they go into a momentary panic. Then they press together and begin to tremble all over.

Poor people were dying of cold, they were swelling up with hunger. The children were falling like flies. But it wasn't so terrible, because only the poor were dying. May God not punish me.

A man is only flesh and blood, after all; you can't fill a stomach with words.

It's an old Jewish custom to pick up and go elsewhere at the first mention of a pogrom.

I will survive, Tracy thought. I face mine enemies naked, and my courage is my shield.

Power. If you had power, you had food. You had medicine. You had freedom. She saw those around her fall ill and die, and she equated power with life. One day, Kate thought, I'll have power. No one will be able to do this to me again.

My ancestors survived famine and plagues and floods, and I'm going to survive this.

We're brought up to expect a happy ending. But there are no happy endings. There's only death waiting for us. We find love and happiness, and it's snatched away from us without rhyme or reason. We're on a deserted space ship careening mindlessly among the stars. The world is Dachau, and we're all Jews.

Civilization was a thin, dangerously fragile veneer, and when that veneer cracked, man became one with the beasts again, falling back into the slime of the primeval abyss he prided himself on having climbed up from.

Each day it was getting more and more difficult for an honest man to make a living.

I'm alive, she thought. No one is born happy. Everyone has to make his own happiness. I'm a survivor. I'm young and I'm healthy and wonderful things are going to happen.

Homo homini lupus [man is wolf to man]. Who in the face of all his experience of life and of history, will have the courage to dispute this assertion?