Quotes About Survival

That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.

At heart, I have always been a coper, I've mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I've always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I'd be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.

When I was lying on the floor of the refrigerated trailer and couldn't move, all I could think about was getting out of there and back to you. I didn't want my life to end.

Their life is about getting enough money to put food on the table to feed their children, and that's it.

Chickens have a twenty-minute memory. We primates cope through booze and denial. Dial up more of that denial part, you'll last longer.

Unlike Heldt, he'd been spared the endless horror that followed: the gas, the artillery, the grenades, and, most of all, the vast wasteland of barbed wire and landmines between the rat-infested trenches, where Lewis guns spat out death at five hundred rounds a minute, and flyblown corpses bloomed like roses.

Every day someone out there comes to the end of his tether, decides he can't carry on any more, and starts looking for a really good method to end it all. How do you do it? Let me count the ways.

You know how in our brains, behind all the recent flashy developments that gave us stuff like emotions and aesthetics and cosmic awareness, there's this lizard brain. It's what makes the heart beat and what stays alert to odd noises and sudden movements in the dark while we sleep. Don't wonder where the dinosaurs went, there's a bit of one inside each of us.

lost all of those things and you had to live in a cave all

We should celebrate every year that we made it through and every year that we're happier and healthier.

Thrown into the gutter, yet full of sense and personality. But life was that way. You couldn't tell what made personality, either in man or dog. Looking

she was busily wondering how women could have survived marriage throughout the ages if knitting had not been invented,

All I seem to be doing this week is nearly getting killed and buying clothes

Richard knew he was fighting for his life, and he was terribly happy.

Ellos tienen las espadas. —Lord Halliday sonrió mirándose las manos—. Nosotros tenemos todos los demás. Las cosas se igualan, no obstante, con una punta de acero en la garganta. —Todo el mundo vive a punta de espada —entonó Ferris.

It seems like there's something mysterious about what lives and what dies." He saw that Roo's face had gone grim, and he added, "But each time I find an animal that needs help, I help it as though I'm sure it will live.

Out of the desert came seven men, and a monkey.

There are certain men who, when faced with the choice of dying or doing the impossible, elect to live. This story is written in honor of their kind.

problems around sleeping, fatigue, boredom, killing time, storage, health, sex, along with harassment and dozens of unpredictable difficulties encountered on the street -- were some of the 'little murders of everyday life' that confronted homeless women.

I thought I was going to be killed. The casualties were so heavy, it was just a given. I learned to take each day, each mission, as it came. That's an attitude I've carried into my professional life. I take each case, each job, as it comes.

I'll fake it through the day somehow with Johnny Walker Red.

Why was I standing on the street when the window feel out of the building? Why did the bus run over me? Because it was my turn in the barrel, that's why.

You thinkin bout the time I shot you and you rose from the dead? It only happens once in your life." He turned to Carol again and she said: "Were you actually aiming at his hat?" "I hit it didn't I?

In the end, of the one thousand fifty-six who had left, in a body, from the Tiburtina station, a total of fifteen came back alive. And of those dead, the luckiest were surely the first eight hundred and fifty. The gas chamber is the only seat of charity, in a concentration camp.