Quotes About Survival

Under a tyranny, most friends are a liability. One quarter of them turn reasonable and become your enemies, one quarter are afraid to stop and speak and one quarter are killed and you die with them. But the blessed final quarter keep you alive.

I am killed them quick, but they are killing me slow. [Jim Browner in 'The Adventure of the Cardboard Box']

Huge blocks of ice, weighing many tons, were lifted into the air and tossed aside as other masses rose beneath them. We were helpless intruders in a strange world, our lives dependent upon the play of grim elementary forces that made a mock of our puny efforts.

I will not pretend that, if I had to choose between Communism and Nazism, I would choose Communism. I hope not to be called upon to survive in the world under a Government of either of these dispensations. I cannot feel any enthusiasm for these rival creeds. I feel unbounded sorrow and sympathy for the victims.

The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow. The longer he lives, the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute. What bitterness! He lives for what is always out of reach! His thirst for survival in the future makes him incapable of living in the present. CHUANG TZU

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

Life is dear to every living thing; the worm that crawls upon the ground will struggle for it.

Really, it was difficult to determine which I had most reason to fear—dogs, alligators or men!

I don't want to survive, I want to live.

As you know, the ego's primary stance is "me against you," so life is reduced to battling to be right and proving that everyone who disagrees with you is a threat that must be eliminated. This is how you know you are stuck in the ego and disconnected from the spirit. As I've said earlier, the ego is consumed with survival, so anyone who doesn't share your point of view becomes an enemy.

During that time, in between train rides, they sleep in trees or by the tracks, they drink from puddles, they beg for food.

There's no escape for us. We are like mice trapped in a dungeon of wildcats.We are Koreans; we are cursed race and there is no hope for us as long as the Japanese are around.

They keep us so hungry that we can't do anything but worry about where our next meal is coming from. They keep us hungry for so long that we are grateful for whatever little food we get.

What good is safety if you're dead inside?

After running for my life from hunters, a girl with too much lip gloss doesn't register on my fear radar.

Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

Do I not live? Badly, I know, but I live.

In flood time you can see how some trees bend, and because they bend, even their twigs are safe, while stubborn trees are torn up, roots and all. And the same thing happens in sailing: make your sheet fast, never slacken,--and over you go

Mother and father marked out that rock to be my everlasting tomb—buried alive. Let me die there, where they tried to kill me.

Life is not tried it is merely survived if you're standing outside the fire.

I've been within an inch of my life.

Erik ! Erik! I saved your life! Remember!You were sentenced to death! But for me, you would be dead now!

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. "Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

Our business is with life, not death.