Quotes About Survival

We find ourselves heading fully into an era of mass extinction.

There are millions of working parents out there just keeping their heads above water.

My heart is beating, and I'm breathing, and nothing anybody has ever done has changed that.

I had been, you know, held in the closet for two months and, you know, abused in all manner of ways. I was very good at doing what I was told.

I've seen the hell these people go through.

I've gone through hell and back.

I remember my mother taking me as a very little kid to the roof of our home in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, to look at the bombs exploding in the distance. She didn't want us to be scared by the booms and the strange flashes of light. It was her way of helping us to understand what was happening.

'Hogan's Heroes' lasted longer than the war.

I like all these little animals that run and eat and hide all the time. I like their faces, They seem to be scared and curious at the same time.

My grandmother would hide bread for when maybe another war would come. You had to be ready.

I've been in politics a long time and the only way you survive is by getting the hide of a rhino.

Most of the villagers were hiding in the bush, where they were dying from bad water, malaria and malnutrition.

I wanted to get through high school anonymously.

Yay, me - I made it out of high school alive and well!

In 'A Hijacking,' the characters are low-status people.

Where I grew up, in Harold Hill, it was rough and it still is now. I used to live in a little council flat, next to the shops, and there was always trouble, people getting stabbed.

Add the shortage of blankets, warm clothing, and vegetables, and the result was likely to be more suffering and more death than had occurred earlier. The war was not over for Hood's army as it came through the gates of Camp Douglas. Another struggle for survival was beginning, and the odds of success were no better in Chicago than at Franklin or Nashville.

Guards punished anyone caught taking bones from the garbage by fastening the bone between his teeth, across his mouth, and then tying like a gag. And then the poor fellow was made to fall down and crawl around on his hands and knees like a dog, a laughing stock for Federal soldiers, spies, and camp followers, Bean recalled bitterly.

We also ate all the rats we could catch. No doubt many died after the war from disease contracted account of these things.

On the credit side, there is a Border virtue which in the human scale should outweigh all the rest, and it is simply the ability to endure, unchanging. Perhaps the highest compliment that one can pay to the people of the Anglo-Scottish frontier is to remark that, in spite of everything, they are still there.

People who have suffered every hardship and atrocity, and who have every reason to fear that they will suffer them again, may submit tamely, or they may fight for survival. The English and Scots of the frontier were not tame folk.

They scorched the earth, destroyed their own homes and fields, took to the hills and the wilderness with their beasts and all they could move, and carried on the struggle by onfall, ambush, cutting supply lines, and constant harrying.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future.

Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished forever.