Quotes About Survival

Surprise slapped her face. She turned it into cold arrogance. "Worried about my survival?" "Don't want to miss an opportunity to use you as a body shield.

Are you sure that I'll be enough? These places can get pretty rough. You walk into a cake shop and then some gunslinger tells you, 'You ain't from around here, partner,' and the next thing you know, you're in the middle of the street, your horse is dead, the bad guy's got your girl by her hair, and you're down to one bullet." "What is going on in your head?" "It's a dark, lawless place, Catalina. So dark.

Life had tried to kill me in all sorts of ways lately, but falling off of a flying horse was a new and unwelcome development.

To the left Derek raised his bloody muzzle from the ruined back of the fifth reeve. Don't bite! Dumbass. Perfect wolf for you—isn't happy until he's got poisonous shit smeared all over his teeth.

Your ego would survive an apocalypse." "Thank you." "It wasn't a compliment." "It was to me.

You want an excuse for your failure and so you found someone to blame. If you survived, you would always be dirt, ground under someone else's boot.

You can do without sleep or without food, but not without both and sleep wasn't an option.

one of my first achievements was to blow up the warehouse all of us called home.

I survived. Had I hit my head on the wall when Rutger had thrown me, I could've died today. Right now I could be dead instead of sitting here in my office, twenty feet from my home. My mom could be in the morgue, identifying me on a slab. My heart pounded in my chest. Nausea crept up, squeezing my throat. I leaned forward and concentrated on breathing. Deep, calm breaths. I just had to let myself work through it. In and out. In and out. Slowly the anxiety receded. In and out.

You make me want to stab you." "I have that effect on many people." "How is it you're still alive?" "I'm hard to kill.

It didn't matter how powerful you were. Life always found ways to stab you and twist the knife in the wound. Nobody was immune.

Never show a weakness; never show pain. The vulnerable get eaten.

Then get strong. Learn to be bad enough so others don't have to die to keep you safe.

Why do you vomit when you see and smell somebody else vomit?" "I don't know." "It's a biological survival mechanism. Primitive humans existed in family groups. They slept in the same place and they ate the same things." Pieces clicked together in my head. "So, if one person vomited, they likely got poisoned, so everyone needed to vomit to not die.

My wrists and ankles were bleeding. My knees too—I must've scraped myself trying to draw the circle. So far today I'd seen a woman almost die, I'd shot a person, I'd killed another person with my shockers, I'd been strung up on wires and almost crushed by a car, and now I was bleeding all over the place. If I could, I would punch today right in the face.

Any landing you could walk away from was a good landing.

The only people who can have normal are the ones unaffected by all the fucked-up shit that happens around them.

It's a lovely day and we're under siege. People are trying to murder us. Her eyes shone with excitement. Isn't it marvelous?

Animals don't destroy each other for pure pleasure. They don't have serial killers. They kill, they don't murder. No, it's not the beast in us that makes us lose our balance. It's the man. Of all the animals, we're the most aggressive

If we walk in there, they'll shoot us. They won't hesitate—they'll do it on instinct. It's second nature to them, a reflex, like stopping before a red light." "Mhm." It's good that he was here to explain it to me. I would've never figured it out on my own.

Some people in the world only saw in black and white. They were driven by fear. They had learned how to survive in their little corner of the world and they saw any change as a threat to their survival. But they still liked to think of themselves as good people. Good people didn't hate without a reason, so they grasped at any pretext, no matter how small, that gave them permission to hate. A line in a holy book. The color of a person's skin.

Being trained as an efficient killer wasn't enough. You also had to learn to control your stress and your fear, becoming so used to violence that you could detach yourself from the trauma of it and assess the level of violence necessary to respond. When the fight-or-flight response kicked in, Mother Nature shut off our brains. It was a biological survival mechanism.

Desperation is a catalyst that forces us to act," Odalon said. "It summons the last reserves we possess in an effort to extricate us from danger.

Hard to live like a king without toilet paper.