Quotes About Survival

He sensed that Lily and Owen were alive, but they had been seized by the same creatures that had killed Israel. And whatever had taken them wanted him, too. It was collecting Shem's followers.

As an affirmation of life, even a predator is a welcome sight.

How much longer will you stand, dark lady? I admire the way you cling to life, even though half your roots are now nothing more than lifeless twigs.

As the warm and living palpitation diminished into the cold and silent roches, the dwindling group of unroched saw their hopes become fears. All had succumbed eventually. All. Until Casmeer had been left alone in the city, listening to only a sour wind and the quiet inner throb of his own grief.

If he could shut himself away from all this, hide his being deep within his mind, he might survive.

Humans had to make do with what they could.

Only the patron families in Sacramante were aware of more intimate needs, as predators for obvious reasons. To other humans, any creature needing to feed on their ichor for survival were simply legends; no more real to them than faeries and ghosts.

We concluded they must have a proud and defiant streak within them, and must, in some ways, enjoy their precarious existence.

Even though she stood beyond the shadow, she had to shiver.

Just when it seemed he must break through the surface and avail himself of the welcome wine of air, something heavy and dark come plummeting through the water and collided with him.

Traditional nationalism cannot survive the fissioning of the atom. One world or none.

What was the bug that got into me? My covenanting forebears had one answer, and the state-subsidised mindbenders and witch doctors have another. Let's ay that whateverer it was, it's got this world through some tricky situations to the present point, and without it we perish.

Thirrin's fighting spirit still roared within her though, and as the creature lowered its jaws towards her throat she punched it hard on the nose. The werewolf shook its head and sneezed, taken completely aback.

Survival, to my mind, implies a finite probability that without luck and cunning, you will perish.

I thought about my family. It was small by any standard, shrunken to a handful by Hitler, Stalin, and divorce.

I think it's realistic to have hope. One can be a perverse idealist and say the easiest thing: 'I despair. The world's no good.' That's a perverse idealist. It's practical to hope, because the hope is for us to survive as a human species. That's very realistic.

You should have seen the things they were giving babies instead of milk. I remember seeing them put salt-pork gravy in milk bottles and putting a nipple on, and the baby sucking this salt-pork gravy. A real blue baby, dying of starvation. In house after house, I saw that sort of thing.

This book, being about work, is, by its very nature, about violence - to the spirit as well as to the body. It is about ulcers as well as accidents, about shouting matches as well as fistfights, about nervous breakdowns as well as kicking the dog around. It is, above all (or beneath all), about daily humiliations. To survive the day is triumph enough for the walking wounded among the great many of us.

razor blades and shoe laces.

The poor are so busy trying to survive from one day to the next, they haven't the time or energy to keep score.

because none has survived. In those days the best stone

Lucky is the spouse who dies first, who never has to know what survivors endure.

I hate nature. I really do. Nature is composed entirely of sticks, dirt, fall-down places, biting and stinging things, and savageries too numerous to list. And I'm not the only one who feels this way. Man has been building cities since the year oughty-ought, just to get away from this stuff.

We tend to take summer's vitality for granted, when in actuality it is just one prolonged drought, or disease, away from decimation.