Quotes About Survival

No shots had been fired; we were alive; death had withdrawn perhaps as far as the next canal.

If I eliminate everything, how will I exist?

Rats are highly intelligent creatures. If we find out anything new about the human body we experiment on rats. Rats indeed are ahead of us indisputably in one respect - they live underground. We only began to live underground during the last war. Rats have understood the danger of surface life for thousands of years. When the atom bomb falls the rat will survive.

Mr Tench went out to look for his ether cylinder, into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust. A few vultures looked down from the

Mr Tench went out to look for his ether cylinder, into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust. A few vultures looked down from the roof with shabby indifference: he wasn't carrion yet.

Ordinary life goes on—that has saved many a man's reason.

Terror was always just behind her shoulder: she was wasted by the effort of not turning round. She dressed up her fear, so that she could look at it—in the form of fever, rats, unemployment. The real thing was taboo—death coming nearer every year in the strange place: everybody packing up and leaving, while she stayed in a cemetery no one visited, in a big aboveground tomb.

She said, 'I would rather die.' 'Oh,' he said, 'of course. That goes without saying. But we must keep on living.

Fairy tales are about money, marriage and men. They are maps and manuals that are passed down from mothers and grandmothers to help them to survive. MARINA WARNER

But a far more virulent strain survived. It's having sex with your thoughts. You'll give birth to increasingly more monstrous ideas.

human or animal

Some adopted new strategies for survival; they went dormant. Others became dust that could regenerate our past forms; time rendered this dust defective. It brought only disease and misery; but that was good, we saw the misery and found it good.

Fear is a drug you need to survive. Without fear, you die quicker; that's part of basic, that's what the old guys instill in us when we're fledglings waiting and eager to fly; fear is your friend, but only in controlled doses, never in such flooding waves that you panic. Panic kills you quicker than bullets. Panic turns you into doomed animals.

We survived the Shaping Sickness. Forerunners hoped to learn the secret of how we survived the Shaping Sickness, but we would not give it to them, even under torture!

Only the threat of the Flood itself could have forced me back from utterly extirpating humanity.

Then, WHAM! We're called up. We cross the vac. We drop. It gets real. All the shit happens at once, in a bloody, grinding flash—and if you live through it, if you survive with enough soul left to even care, you spend the rest of your fucked-up life wondering whether you should have done it different, done it better, or not at all. All for glory and the Corps.

You think you know horror, Irnakk? Horror is looking into the eyes of the Shadowed One, knowing you are about to die... and then being forced to live. Horror is waking each day to see every part of your body moving on its own - a shifting mass of Protodites where once was solid metal and living tissue. Horror is what is in the eyes of your partners when they look at you... and in the cries of your enemies when your swarm engulfs them. Don't talk to me about fear, creature - I am fear! -Zaktan

darkness turned to noon. Even with the nose cone of the Learjet pointed away from the blast, the flash blinded everyone inside. Diaz lost control of the aircraft. It pitched over into a screaming, spinning dive, hurtling earthward at over five hundred miles per hour. In the cabin, people slammed into each other in the terror of flashblindness. General Steyn screamed in pain. Hauer half-fell past Burton into the cockpit. "Straighten up!" he screamed.

masked man beats her with the bottle, which doesn't break, thank God. But then he rips off her panties and rapes her with it. Both holes. Serious trauma, but mostly in the back.

Only the strongest could survive in such a place. This was the bosom of the motherland, a place of ice and of stone. If you possessed the necessary will, you would survive, she would forge you into something stronger. If not? The motherland always had other children to feed.

Evan needed to get food, and then he had people to kill.

Ben learned an important lesson: sometimes to survive you need to face your fear and overcome it.

The Church had, after all, survived Galileo, Luther, and Darwin. Even Dan Brown.

Enduring their mother was what bound them together. And while they might have had three different dads, they were always 100 percent sisters. Never half sisters. Their sisterhood was the one thing the Knotek girls could depend upon, and really, the only thing their mother couldn't take away. It was what propelled them to survive.