Quotes About Survival

If he dies, I'll never go home. I'll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Whatever the truth is, I don't see how it will help me get food on the table.

Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit.

A leather bag filled with food and a flask of hot tea.

If the people who were supposed to protect you played so fast and loose with your life . . . then how did you survive? Not by trusting them, that was for sure.

Suzanne Collins

Winning will make you famous. Losing means certain death.

I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks.

She's a survivor, that one.

My legs, arms, torso, underarms, and parts of my eyebrows have been stripped of the stuff, leaving me like a plucked bird, ready for roasting.

Katniss Everdeen, The Girl On Fire!

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

What sort of agreement is necessary if we're to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?

Me doy cuenta que sólo una persona quedará herida sin remedio si Peeta muere: yo. -Yo -respondo-, yo te necesito.

I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.

The Capitol had tried to take everything from Lucy Gray, and it had utterley failed.

That the Careers have been better fed growing up is actually to their disadvantage, because they don't know how to be hungry. Not like Rue and I do.

It's one thing to speak of humans' essential nature theoretically, another to consider it when a fist is smashing into your mouth.

We're gonna kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally... what was her name? Rue? Well first Rue, then, you, and I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How's that sound?

Katniss...how do you think this will end? What will be left? No one is safe. Not in the Capitol. Not in the districts. And you...in Thirteen..." He inhales sharply, as if fighting for air; his eyes look insane. "Dead by morning!

We're victors, remember? We're the ones who can survive anything they throw at us