Quotes About Survival

we are all voluntary members of a concentration camp.

I lost almost all the blood in my body in 1957

I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic.

And now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually? We consume animals and then one of us consumes the other, my love.

and as the worms pant for your bones, I would so like to tell you that this happens to bears and elephants

But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

I look like a man in a death camp. I am. still, I'm lucky: I feat on solitude, I will never miss the crowd.

And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We're like those fish, only we're up here. One bad move and you're finished.

And now I wonder which animal of us will eat the other first physically and last spiritually?

Çarenivîsa mirov ev e; Ku di seranserî temenê xwe da rencê bikiÅŸîne Da ku bikare bijî, Bijî Û bijî Heta ku bikare bimire!

What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

Everybody had to conform, find a mold to fit into. Doctor, lawyer, soldier -- it didn't matter what it was. Once in the mold you had to push forward. Sussex was as helpless as the next man. Either you managed to do something or you starved in the streets.

Bun?tatea putea fi uneori g?sit? în mijlocul iadului.

The good times were over. Nobody gave a shit and nobody had any money and if they had any, they kept it.

please take a picture of this: a 70-year-old white whale lurking within the warm white whirling water. how did he last? how did he escape all the harpoons for all those years? why didn't he get beached along the way on the dry shore? how did he evade so many schools of hungry sharks?

I could make it. I could win drinking contests, I could gamble. Maybe I could pull a few holdups. I didn't ask much, just to be left alone.

and I said, I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.

How could men live with women? What did it mean? What I wanted was a cave in Colorado with three-years' worth of foodstuffs and drink. I'd wipe my ass with sand. Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

The ocean," I said, "look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We're like those fish, only we're up here. One bad move and you're finished.

sometimes a man must fight so hard for life that he doesn't have time to live it.

the gods have been kind to me through this life-style that would have killed an ox of a man and I'm no ox of a man.

Non ero ancora morto, solo in un stato di rapido decadimento.

Algunas personas nunca enloquecen. Tendrán unas vidas realmente horribles.

Oftentimes in those roominghouses and cheap apartments there was nothing to do when you were broke and starving and down to the last bottle. There was nothing to do but listen to those wild arguments. It made you realize that you weren't the only one who was more than discouraged with the world, you weren't the only one moving toward madness.