Quotes About Survival

Alone he staggered on until he found Dawn's ghost that filtered down a shafted stair To the dazed, muttering creatures underground Who hear the boom of shells in muffled sound. At last, with sweat of horror in his hair, He climbed through darkness to the twilight air, Unloading hell behind him step by step.

I would often find myself, at the age of 21, at midnight, running down a dark street on my own with 10 men chasing me. And the fact they had cameras in their hands made that legal.

They discovered firsthand hunger steals courage, makes people irritable, petty, and numb to anything beyond the immediate.

And if we know how to light a fire, why do we carry tinder around with us?" Because you're humans," the little one explained serenly. "You're stupid.

You're not out for the count until you're dead.

I promise to feel no other pain if I cease to feel the one that's killing me now.

El amargo gusto del mar, tan parecido a las lágrimas, entró en mi boca. Me desvanecí. No sé quién nos salvó, pero sea quien fuere, no se lo perdono, pues le debo haber quedado en este mundo de peleas, en lugar de haber perecido en un espléndido naufragio, abrazada a mi marido.

In a way, like Scheherazade to King Shahryar, I told stories to death so that it would spare my life and my images, stories that seemed to never end.

Persuading your brain to become a little wilder is like trying to persuade a starving man to take a snack.

Humans lived for several million years as fully wild beings: only in the last 10, 000 did we invent agriculture; only in the last couple of centuries did we invent industry. We are a species that has spent 99 per cent of its history as hunter-gatherers. We haven't had time for our unconscious minds and our unconscious needs to have changed. If you like, our souls have not changed, and this is true whether or not we believe that we have them.

You're never so alive as when you're on the verge of death.

What today's business reality makes clear is that brands cannot survive in a society that is failing economically, socially, ethically, and morally.

I used to lie in bed in my flat and imagine what would happen if there was a zombie attack.

There's nothing like a major emergency and the almost certain death of the whole damned world to concentrate the mind wonderfully.

Blaiston Street is the kind of area where no-one has ever paid any rent, where even the little comforts of life go only to the strongest, and plague rats go around in pairs because they're frightened.

I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

Despite the willingness of people in Nagorno-Karabkh to wander through minefields, they seemed to be a surprisingly long-lived people.

The trick to surviving with low funds is to not have such high standards.

Before OkCupid profiles became mandated by the Galactic Government, the only way to find a mate was to self-induce brain damage and beg strangers for sex in public. The fact that anyone ever achieved sexual congress during these dark times is a remarkable testament to man's will to survive.

Perhaps 20 million had been killed; 28 million deported, of whom 18 million had slaved in the Gulags. Yet, after so much slaughter, they were still believers.

Perhaps 20 million had been killed; 28 million deported, of whom 18 million had slaved in the Gulags. Yet, after so much slaughter, they were still believers. At

the cats and dogs here at the shelter amazed him so much. They could be subjected to the worst of circumstances and yet give their love to the first person who showed it back. If people could learn that simple aspect, there might be a chance of saving this world.

I wish my life was a John Grisham novel. His heroes always seem to be one step away from death but come up with a brilliant plan. Unfortunately, real life can't be wrapped up with a nice little bow