Quotes About Survival

You could say they got punished for what they did, but when you know the circumstances you can't help feeling sorry." "Mm . . . that's right." "Afterwards Yamagami couldn't make any kind of a living. This is a small place, and the dispute haunted him: wherever he went asking for work, no one would hire him. Up to now he seemed to be managing somehow with the money Yoshi brought in now and then.

the name for workers in hokkaido was "octopus." in order to stay alive, an octopus will even devour its own limbs

Talia Carner

All the times she had refrained from striking her captor for fear of losing her life now seeking release, she struck that smooth jaw with such force she stumbled back.

Esa vez en Hiroshima vi diversos monstruos en el cauce seco del río. Seres humanos a punto de morir, casi imposibles de distinguir si eran hombres o mujeres, con la cara hinchada y arrugada y, por ello, con apenas una raya por ojos; los labios, inflamados a más no poder, y mostrando sus penosas extremidades.

Even if the tiger is hungry,it wont eat grass.

Even in hunger, Tigers do not eat grass.

You didn't kill him. He would have killed you, but you didn't kill him." "So? He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn't have time to sleep.

Being easily freaked out comes with its own special skill set: you develop subtle tricks to work around it, make sure people don't notice. Pretty soon, if you're a fast learner, you can get through the day looking almost exactly like a normal human being.

I'm the least fanciful guy around, but on nights when I wonder whether there was any point to my day, I think about this: the first thing we ever did, when we started turning into humans, was draw a line across the cave door and say: Wild stays out. What I do is what the first men did. They built walls to keep back the sea. They fought the wolves for the hearth fire.

In ways too dark and crucial to be called metaphorical, I never left that wood.

I reckon it was always going to happen, one way or another. She wasn't made right for this world. She'd been running away from it since she was nine.

Some part of me believed, unassailably, and wordlessly and perhaps with a flick of justice, that they had sent me away because they were afraid of me. Like some monstrously deformed child who should never have lived beyond infancy, or a conjoined twin whose other half died under the knife, I had- simply by surviving-become a freak of nature.

You can't take credit for what you do when your back is against the wall. That's nothing more than instinct, falling back on what you know best. I think I stayed because running seemed too strange and too complicated. All I knew was how to fall back, find a patch of solid ground, and then dig my heels in and fight to start over.

You can't take credit for what you do when your back is against the wall. That's nothing more than instinct, falling back on what you know best.

Aber irgendwie wurde ich trotzdem das ungute Gefühl nicht los, dass sie mich weggeschickt hatten, weil sie sich vor mir fürchteten. Wie ein entsetzlich missgestaltetes Kind, das eigentlich das Säuglingsalter nicht hätte überstehen sollen, oder wie ein siamesischer Zwilling, dessen andere Hälfte unter dem Messer gestorben war, so war ich einfach nur dadurch, dass ich überlebt hatte, zu einem Monstrum geworden.

I had—simply by surviving—become a freak of nature.

This is the truth of bombed-out ruins: hit a city hard enough and the cheap arrogant veneer will crumble faster than you can snap your fingers; it's the old stuff, the stuff that's endured, that might just keep enduring.

But children are pragmatic, they come alive and kicking out of a whole lot worse than orphanhood.

The moment I said Broken Harbor to O'Kelly, every faded scar in my mind had lit up like a beacon. I had walked the glittering lines of those scars, obedient as a farm animal, from that moment straight to this one. I had moved through this case shining like Conor Brennan had shone on that dark road, a blazing signal for predators and scavengers far and wide.

It feels like someone's using a tennis ball machine to fire starving pug dogs at you.

They're all used up by scrabbling to keep their footing; they don't have room to aim for anything bigger or farther than staying one jump ahead of bad things and snatching the occasional treat along the way. He

They're all used up by scrabbling to keep their footing; they don't have room to aim for anything bigger or farther than staying one jump ahead of bad things and snatching the occasional treat along the way.

The place felt like a weapon expertly crafted to strip you of all humanity, hollow you to a shell creature that would do anything it was told for the slim chance of someday getting out into the living world again.