Quotes About Survival

Its a town eat town world

He ran across the main hall and down galleries full of things that had somehow survived through all the millennia since the Ancients destroyed themselves in that terrible flurry of orbit-to-earth atomics and tailored-virus bombs called the Sixty Minute War.

When her gun was empty she put it down and killed the last man with a typewriter, the carriage-return bell jingling cheerfully while she smashed in his skull.

You aren't a hero and I'm not beautiful and we probably won't live happily ever after " she said. "But we're alive and together and we're going to be all right.

If we are honest with ourselves we have to admit that unless we rid ourselves of our nuclear arsenals a holocaust not only might occur but will occur," wrote Jonathan Schell in his influential book The Fate of the Earth, "if not today, then tomorrow; if not this year, then the next.

I will have to learn how to survive them, and perhaps writing is a good means of survival. A way of not forgetting the ones who have disappeared, of continuing a dialogue.

An old man is standing on the after-deck of a ship. In his arms he clasps a flimsy suitcase and a newborn baby, even lighter than the suitcase. The old man's name is Monsieur Linh. He is the only person who knows this is his name because all those who once knew it are dead.

The strange land exhausts him. Death exhausts him. It has fed on him in the way young eager goats suckle their mother, forcing her to lie on her side because she cannot continue. Death has taken everything from him. He has nothing left. He is thousands of kilometres from a village that no longer exists, thousands of kilometres from the empty tombs of the corpses who died only a few feet away from them. He is thousands of days away from a life that was once beautiful and delightful.

Le berger doit toujours songer au lendemain. Tout ce qui appartient à hier appartient à la mort, et ce qui importe c'est de vivre, tu le sais bien, Brodeck, toi qui est revenu d'où on ne revient pas.

Tiesa gali suraižyti rankas ir palikti tokias žaizdas, su kuriom nebegal?si gyventi, o daugelis m?s? labiausiai ir nori - gyventi. Ir kuo neskausmingiau. Tai žmogiška.

La vérité, ça peut couper les mains et laisser des entailles à ne plus pouvoir vivre avec, et la plupart d'entre nous, ce qu'on veut, c'est vivre.

Leave now and live, or stay here and die. Your choice.

The woman wore a grey knee-length skirt, what once must have been a nicely pressed white blouse. She carried heels in one hand as she ran in the grass, toward Hoover Drive. A fast zombie in a dark business suit, complete with a thin black tie, was right behind her. He reached for her, swiping passes with bloated blue hands. She serpentined. Left. Right. Doubling back. Good moves. She was like an over-dressed running back. Her shoes the ball.

I alone knew what I had suffered. I alone knew what it felt like to be alive but dead.

Behold those times re-created by the brutal power of sunlit images, the light of life's tragedy. The walls of the trial, the field of the firing squad; and the distant ghost of Rome's suburbs in a ring, gleaming white in naked light. Gunshots: our death, our survival.

Poor as the poor I cling, like them, to humiliating hopes; like them, each day I nearly kill myself just to live.

We survive, in the confusion of a life reborn beyond reason.

it is clear that our very survival, even today, depends upon the acts and kindness of so many people.

I swam to shore, therefore i am

The concept of barroom shoot-outs and duels in the sun have no part in our tradition either, possibly because we have had so few barrooms and so little sun. (It is awkward to reach efficiently for a six-gun while wearing a parka and two pairs of mittens.)

C'est cette économie paradoxale qui, de manière aussi très paradoxale, confère tout leur poids aux propriétés économiques héritées, et en particulier à la rente, condition de la survie en l'absence de marché.

Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.

La foudre abat les monts, non les petites herbes

If we choose to walk into a forest where a tiger lives, we are taking a chance. If we swim in a river where crocodiles live, we are taking a chance. If we visit the desert or climb a mountain or enter a swamp where snakes have managed to survive, we are taking a chance.