Quotes About Survival

In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .

You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.

What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.

The monster nevers dies.

Sometimes you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold onto.

Sometimes you have to be a high riding bitch to survive, sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has to hang on to.

Living by your wits is always knowing where the wasps are.

Man has come to dominate the planet thanks to two essential traits. One is intelligence. The other has been the absolute willingness to kill anyone and anything that gets in his way.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

Frightened people live in their own special hell. You could say they make it themselves, but they can't help it. It's the way they're built. They deserve sympathy and compassion.

It ain't the blows we're dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.

Because the difference between seeing and not seeing can be the difference between living and dying.

Something else I want you to know: how glad I am, Constant Reader, that we're both still here. Cool, isn't it?

The low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy.

Andy was the part of me they could never lock up, the part of me that will rejoice when the gates finally open for me and I walk out in my cheap suit with my twenty dollars of mad-money in my pocket. That part of me will rejoice no matter how old and broken and scared the rest of me is. I guess it's just that Andy had more of that part than me, and used it better. -Red

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

The boat dipped and swayed and sometimes took on water, but it did not sink; the two brothers had waterproofed it well. I do not know where it finally fetched up, if it ever did; perhaps it reached the sea and sails there forever, like a magic boat in a fairytale. All I know is that it was still afloat and still running on the breast of the flood when it passed te incorporated town limits of Derry, Maine, and there it passes out of this tale forever.

Sometimes you just have to do what you can and try to live with it.

Actually, I think living's the worst habit.

When one has little faith, one must survive from day to day signs-

El monstruo nunca muere.

Three days ago we not only ruled the earth, we had survivor's guilt about all the other species we'd wiped out on our climb to the nirvana of round-the-clock cable news and microwave popcorn. Now we're the Flashlight People.

Some nightmares never completely ended.