Quotes About Survival

I was from Kusajishi, the 79th district of Rukongai. The only color I remember was blood. The people around me were more beast than human. Being a baby, I could have easily been stomped to death. But then you came. Zaraki of North Rukongai, district 80. You came from the depths of that dark abyss…and hacked apart my blood soaked world. Instantly. And you gave me a name. If you hadn't shown up…I wouldn't be here now.

People left one another, and got left, every day. It was a terrible thing. But it happened and people survived, as they survived worse things.

And so, my beloved Kermit, my dear little Hussein, at the moment America changed forever, your father was wandering an ICBM-denuded watseland, nervously monitoring his radiation level, armed only with a baseball bat, a 10mm pistol, and six rounds of ammunition, in search of a vicious gang of mohawked marauders who were 100 percent bad news and totally had to be dealth with. Trust Daddy on this one.

Rich got a plan for living. Poor got a plan for dying.

On the Cancer Frontier

So few people were left who knew what combat was like. People were so easy to frighten. Combat taught a man what to fear – and what to ignore.

not a very nice place is it? rosen asked as they came back for the last load. they say there's a hundred different kinds of snake there. ninety-nine are poisonous. and the other one? kelly handed a carton over to the doctor. that one eats your ass whole.

drinking water from streams like animals

it's about doing the job you've trained your ass off to be good at, taking care of the guys to your left and right, and coming out the other side with all your fingers and toes.

A" would go out to everybody, while "B" would go only to those people who were supposed to survive, people who understood what it was all about, or who would accept their survival and get on with things with the rest of the crew.

humble rabbit, cornered by a fox, has nothing to lose by striking out, and rabbits have teeth, and sometimes the rabbit gets lucky.

When two elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers.

I remember hearing that one very small allied contingent from a non-Greek city somewhere in the far south of Sicily had been completely wiped out except for a single man, and that for days afterwards he wandered round the camp looking completely lost, since there was no one left alive who could speak his language. I knew how he felt.

Amazing what two slices of processed bread and a thin layer of stale cheese can do. Unfed, the most he could say for himself was that he'd somehow managed to survive the past. With a cheese sandwich inside him, he was very nearly ready to face the future. Whichever future it turned out to be.

It's like the Stone Age over there, just sand and rubble and IEDs.

In his heart of hearts, Jack London knew that we can never build a fire. Not when we really need to.

Time passed. Art came off the walls and became rituals. Ritual became religion. Religion spawned science. Science led to big business. And big business, if it continues on its present, mindless trajectory, could land those lucky enough to survive its ultimate legacy back into caves again.

He who jokes in the executioners face can be destroyed, but never defeated.

The dinosaurs died so that chat rooms may flourish

So it was that neither for the first time nor the last my verbal mojo, my knack for the written word, served to save my reckless ass.

the will to live cannot be overestimated as a stimulant to longevity.

At the bat of your lashes peacocks preen. Peacocks preen, elephants remember, camels go for days without water, and dinosaurs of all types become extinct.

If it weren't for Phoenician blinds, it'd be curtains for all of us.

The reptile brain is the dragon within us.