Quotes About Survival

Females, after all, were not just the fairer sex, but the fairly reasonable one. Which was the only reason the race had survived this long.

The Black Dagger Brotherhood were keeping him alive, so that they could kill him. Given the sum of Xcor's earthly pursuits, which had been at their best violent, and at their worst downright depraved, it seemed an apt end for him. -Xcor's thoughts

the Shitstorm Survivors' Club. Christ

She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival...

I think people who survive need to get to an aha moment," she said quietly, "where the fog lifts and you realize there are things worth living for and goals worth pursuing. Even if they're different than what motivated you before.

If I can live through the events," she said, "I can get through the memories." In that moment, staring across the room at her show of will, he felt a tie to her, sure as if a rope had linked the pair of them chest-to-chest.

the Shitstorm Survivors' Club.

Alguna vez había sido un ser vivo, una hija, una hermana... alguien... Ahora se estaba endureciendo y volviéndose como el acero, en medio de su pesadilla. Embalsamada.

Sometimes the worst part about trauma was not going through it. It was the aftermath, when you were free. And you obsessed about what would have happened if you hadn't gotten out.

You wanted to live." "No," he shot back. "I was afraid of dying.

For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vittles.

No, non hai capito niente, John.» Leggendo le sue emozioni scosse la testa. «Tu non vali la metà del maschio che avresti potuto essere per colpa di quello che ti hanno fatto. Vali il doppio di chiunque altro, perché sei sopravvissuto.»

No, you've got it all wrong, John." Reading his emotions, she shook her head. "You're not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You're twice what anyone else is because you survived.

His life, such that he was aware of it, was about enduring.

They massacred the servants before killing my parents. I saw it all through a knothole in the wood. As I said, my eyes were better back then.

This is about your survival. Survival means you continue no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice. So stop wasting breath, get back on your feet, and move.

Christ, it was like putting your face in a chum bucket and inhaling like the world were about to run out of oxygen.

A brush with death had a way of making you want to live out loud, and sex with the person you wanted to be with was the best way of expressing that noise.

The young male had been toyed with cruelly, his body a pincushion of shallow stabs. Going by the raw patches on his knees and the gravel in his palms, he'd tried to drag himself away a number of times.

And to live even a few seconds longer, [...] was infinitely better than to die a moment earlier

The only time they appear human is when you have a knife at their throats. The instant you remove it, they fall back into animality. Obscenity.

Everyone in prison has an ideal of violence, murder. Beneath all relationships between prisoners is the ever-present fact of murder. It ultimately defines our relationship among ourselves.

Evolution has one big rule: If there's no pressure on the system to change, then it doesn't bother.