Quotes About Survival

I know what it's like when you are a refugee, living on the mercy of others and having to adjust.

My grandmother - my mother's mother - was a German Jewish refugee, an only child who came here from Berlin in 1936 at the age of 17.

From age six to 12, I lived in seven different countries, moving from one refugee camp to another, hoping we would be wanted.

As a post-Holocaust kid, growing up in a neighborhood with a lot of Jewish refugees, I had got the idea there were no Jews left in Europe. But I found in my European wanderings that many of them had gone back and rebuilt their lives.

I think there's something peculiar about me that I haven't died. It doesn't make sense but I refuse to die.

I sometimes feel less than empty; I feel non-existent. Still, I endure. I refuse to give up.

One is either destroyed by adapting or for refusing to.

We humans have millions of years of evolutionary baggage that makes us regard competition in a deadly light.

To outsource your memory to machines - which is what many of us do with regard to our use of search engines - seems to me to be fairly antithetical to the basic qualities of Jewish life that have kept the Jews alive for so long.

We're conditioned to let businesses fail, regardless of how much we like them. We believe that if the market doesn't want that bookstore to exist, then it shouldn't exist.

First of all we have to recognize that despite all the problems - and in some cases failures - that this regime has been much more successful, much more resilient, than people had anticipated.

I grew up in the shadow of the Trujillato, saw how the regime had ravaged so many families.

My mom told me many times how I need to be careful living inside the regime. We didn't say 'the regime.' We didn't even say 'North Korea.'

People of my generation did not like very much to tell what we lived through during the Khmer Rouge regime.

In North Korea, it was actually an oppressive regime and that's why I escaped with my life.

I was born at the end of the 1993. The regime stopped giving food to the people. Three million people died from 1995 to 1998. It's one of the world's worst man-made famines in history.

I'm fascinated by the ways people under repressive regimes still manage to share information - and joy.

Humor is always important. There are people who help us deal with difficulty or hardship; from the concentration camps to the court jester, there was a need for humor. As long as these kinds of things exist, with repressive regimes, you need it to deal with the weight of daily life.

Egypt is home to the largest Christian population in the Middle East, largely because they've been persecuted to brink of extinction everywhere else in the region.

An argument often given for why Earth couldn't host another form of life is that once the life we know became established, it would have eliminated any competition through natural selection. But if another form of life were confined to its own niche, there would be little direct competition with regular life.

I certainly don't eat raw bison liver on a regular basis.

We deal with emergencies on a regular basis out here in the Plain States.

The eggers destroy all the eggs that are sat upon, to force the birds to lay fresh eggs, and by robbing them regularly compel them to lay until nature is exhausted, and so but few young ones are raised.

Though not the longest battle in history - that was Verdun - Stalingrad was certainly the most pitiless, an adjective that reappears regularly in Mr. Beevor's classic work.