Quotes About Survival

Ce qui définit la majorité c'est un modèle auquel il faut être conforme. Tandis qu'une minorité n'a pas de modèles, c'est un devenir, un processus. Lorsqu'une minorité crée des modèles, c'est qu'elle veut être majoritaire ou qu'elle est contrainte de se doter d'un « modèle » nécessaire à sa survie (« avoir un statut »).

You are like Odysseus, who could go out onto the great sea, lose all his goods and his friends, come to the boundaries of death, and return still himself.

See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was.

The Days were a clan that mighta lived long But Ben Day's head got screwed on wrong That boy craved dark Satan's power So he killed his family in one nasty hour Little Michelle he strangled in the night Then chopped up Debby: a bloody sight Mother Patty he saved for last Blew off her head with a shotgun blast Baby Libby somehow survived But to live through that ain't much a life —SCHOOLYARD RHYME, CIRCA 1985

I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

He Giving Treed me out of existence.

I just want to live until I can't anymore, she said.

Winter. No one likes winter." "It gets dark early, I like that." "Why?" Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me.

Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails. Mine was the day Marian died. The day I picked up that knife is a tight second.

My brother slaughtered my family when I was seven. My mom, two sisters, gone: bang bang, chop chop, choke choke.

He felt like an animal limping away, some wounded buck that needed to be put down.

It is always consoling to think of suicide; it's what gets one through many a bad night.

I just want to live until I can't anymore.

Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

too serious, Amy, you're too uptight, Amy, you overthink things, you analyze too much, you're no fun anymore, you make me feel useless, Amy, you make me feel bad, Amy. He took away chunks of me with blasé swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime.

Little Libby Day just discovered her angle. Call it survival instinct, or call it what it was: greed.

He took away chunks of me with blasé swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime. According to me, at least.

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way. I

Olen aina ollut parempi kuin Hopet; se joka selvisi hengissä. Silti olen aina, ihan aina ollut mustasukkainen seitsemälle tuonpuoleisessa tanssivalle prinsessalle. He ovat saavuttaneet täydellisyyden joutumatta yrittämään, olematta hetkeäkään olemassa, kun minä olen jumissa maankamaralla ja joudun yrittämään joka päivä, ja joka päivä saatan osoittautua puutteelliseksi.

She is reading The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. A sci-fi girl. Abused women like escapism, of course.

Partia do princípio de que tudo de mau no mundo podia acontecer, porque tudo o que havia de mau no mundo já tinha acontecido. Mas, verdade seja dita, não eram ínfimas as hipóteses de me acontecer alguma coisa de mal depois de tudo o que já passara na vida? Não estava eu, Libby Day, a salvo?

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen

There were, of course, no sanitary napkins, or even newspapers, and the girls used large leaves – burdock leaves if they could find them – to protect themselves. But any blood showing on a dress meant death; it was unaesthetic, and the SS were very keen on aesthetics.)

You feel guilty. You wonder why him and not me, then you're glad it was him and not you, then you feel guilty. Soldiers live. And wonder why.