Quotes About Survival

It was his second day without water, a matter between himself and death.

At midday, beaten almost flat by the hammer of the sun, the desert lay in the perfect imitation of one near death. A deception. Life lurked and thrived in its own way just beneath the skin of the desert. Husks, buried shards, last treasures, veins of water, and magic. While at dusk, the dying thing would rise and shake itself, and stretch to receive the cold balm of the stars.

How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.

The world may perish, but the meat grinder is indestructible.

out of the aircraft before it sinks like a bloody stone?

Our lives hang in the balance of unpredictable situations. One minute you're driving down the road whistling a tune, the next moment the car right in front of you spins out of control and crashes. How you prepare for those unpredictable occurrences determines whether you live or die. Always leave an empty lane to your right or left for escape.

Rose couldn't stomach another day in the house with a woman who still treasured the monster she'd married. So she left with Sylous.

The rag rug That had heaped out onto your lap Slid to the floor. There it lay, coiled Between us. However it came, And wherever it found its tongue, its fang, its meaning, It survived our Eden.

Thumbs my eyes, throws my breath, tackles my heart, And rain hacks my head to the bone, the hawk hangs The diamond point of will that polestars The sea drowner's endurance:

Bad things always happen when an animal is overselected for any single trait. Nature will give you a nasty surprise.

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can...

The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he's dying don't give him pity for others.

It is almost as if you were frantically constructing another world while the world that you live in dissolves beneath your feet, and that your survival depends on completing this construction at least one second before the old habitation collapses.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter.

And trans women and femmes share another important attribute: We are survivors. The rest of the world may assume we are weak and fragile because of our feminine inclinations, but in reality, living with other people's relentless misogynistic bullshit has made us tenacious bad-asses.

Dinosaurs and dodos come and go, and we?

You're somethin' else, Hel. Know that? Dodged the sea toad, got rescued off that damned comet, bisected ol' Bron Elgar like a bagel out there on Cravat ... How the hell you get away from those damn fish down in the Glory Hole? Man, you got more lives than a New York alleycat.

We each have a story. They did this to us. There was no outside aggressor. They wanted an Apocalypse. They wanted the end. And they made it happen. It was orchestrated - who got in, who didn't. There was a master list. We weren't on it. We were left here to die. They want to erase us, the past, but we can't let them.

Is it wrong to kill something that wants to kill you?

Es bonita la cicatriz —le dice el chico. El corazón le da un vuelco y se lleva la cabeza de muñeca al pecho. —¿Bonita? Es una cicatriz. —Es una señal de haber sobrevivido.

Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

Scars are good. Right, Helmud? It's the body's way of making armour.

Are there books about us or something?" This makes Pressia angry - the idea that this world is a subject of study, a story, instead of filled with real people, trying to survive.

My heart pounds like a jackhammer, and I can't find the right words. All I can think about is what if both Alan and I had been killed. Zack's an only child. He would have been left all alone.