Quotes About Survival

He could do this. He'd survived boot camp. He'd survived combat and the harsh weather of Afghanistan. He could survive broccoli. Probably.

The day that man discovered the tools to kill another human being, he also brought into being a weapon that could boomerang upon him at any time. The sophisticated weaponry that is, in great secrecy, being produced all over the world today, might one day serve to destroy the entire human race. Like the demon who sprung into being from Brahma's imagination, like Frankenstein's monster, it won't even spare its creators. Don't you think so?

Some other kid has to die so I can live?" This was too horrifying to wrap my head around. Like, how do you wish for something like that? But then, how do you not, if your own heart isn't working right? [pp.70]

when i reached the bottom, i finally understood what Guthrie meant when he shouted, "LIBERO!" It was a celebration of being alive

A scar signifies past pain, a wound that did not heal as it ought. But it testifies, too, to survival...(Here be Dragons)

The flowers in the desert which bloomed and died were just different versions of their own small lives.

When the farmer beats his wife who beats the dog who beats the cat who beats the mouse, who does the mouse beat? She does not beat her young. Maybe she beats the catskin drum.

Suave qui peut —let those who can save themselves save themselves.

Bombs and bullets alone cannot destroy India, because Indians will pick their way through the rubble and carry on as they have done throughout history.

Why does man need bread? To survive. But why survive if it is only to eat more bread? To live is more than just to sustain life - it is to enrich, and be enriched by, life.

I never ask no questions, I never speak my mind. I've always found that silence helps to keep me and my kind alive ...' Judas Priest

Maude had been rescued from a nearby lake. She had fallen into it after running two miles from their home, backwards all the way, desperately trying to escape her own feet.

The wave is so incredibly steep, breaks with such raw power, that the only way to survive is to turn your back to the wave and paddle into the face with 100 percent commitment. Any hesitation at all and the wave will smash you into the reef.

My father's face was not among them. No memorial was built for the men who had survived by selling their souls. The thousands who had disappeared over the years, stained as criminals, who emerged back into the light as neighborhood pariahs for nothing more than the desire to claim an island as their own. No memorial for the men more complicated than martyrs—or for the families who'd had to relearn the hardships of the everyday.

Thousands of husbands disappeared in those weeks. Sons as young as twelve. Brothers. Friends. What better way to remake society, my mother thought, than to eliminate the teachers and principals, the students, the lawyers and doctors—truly, anybody who had an opinion and a voice? Beyond the river, execution grounds, field after field irrigated with blood, waited to be discovered. Buildings would crush the bones.

No memorial was built for the men who had survived by selling their souls. The thousands who had disappeared over the years, stained as criminals, who emerged back into the light as neighborhood pariahs for nothing more than the desire to claim an island as their own. No memorial for the men more complicated than martyrs – or for the families who'd had to relearn the hardships of the everyday.

Huge amounts of blood were shed to make and maintain the Soviet Union. Some of it was the blood of idealists, some of thugs and careerists, but most of it was the blood of ordinary people whose main concern was survival.

As a feminist, I consider the female pronoun to be an honorific, a term that conveys respect. Respect is due to women as members of a sex caste that have survived subordination and deserve to be addressed with honour. Men who transgender cannot occupy such a position.

A rabbit, it has been said, can outrun a lion. But the rabbit's great fear of the lion paralyzes it, making it easy for the lion to catch and consume it.

Love can die in many ways, most of them far more terrible than physical death.

First off, it's not junk," Arthur said, his voice rising. "It started on an island in World War II. With things from an island. It started with Death and War.

Ric stared up at the lion siblings. How Lock hadn't killed them already, he didn't know. If nothing else, Ric would have had them…managed by now. They'd be alive, but in Siberia.

My brother got shot three times two months ago, and he didn't get the fever." "I bet your family gets shot at a lot, huh?

Dez kissed his cheek and hissed in his ear, "You say a word—they won't find your body for months." Wolves were a smart breed and always knew when a predator meaner than them was near.