Quotes About Survival

The winner of a knife fight was the man who bled to death slowest.

as bad as it is here, it's better than being somewhere else. -Chris Rose, regarding life in Post-Katrina New Orleans

This book is dedicated to Thomas Coleman, a retired longshoreman, who died in his attic at 2214 St. Roch Avenue in New Orleans' 8th Ward on or about August 29, 2005. He had a can of juice and a bedspread at his side when the waters rose. There were more than a thousand like him.

Even at the End of Days, there will be lap dancing.

Between killing and dying there's a third way: live

How have you managed to survive for so long, Saurfang? Not fallen victim to your own memories?" Saurfang smiled. "I don't eat pork.

For as long as I could remember, I had always been the girl who had watched her father kill her mother.

By the time it was over, we knew the dead were the lucky ones.

she had no money, and she had to live with a man who fancied himself a public character and a moralist of a very saintly type. The moralist said mice brought germs and so she was obliged to chase the mouse and all its fellow guests. Nevertheless, although she despised animals, she felt involuntarily that the little marauder was much like herself, trying to get by: she belongs to the great race of human beings who regard life as a series of piracies of all powers.

I know what it's like to battle everyday of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive.

He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he'd watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.

Or maybe it was survival mode they both lived in, and they didn't dare allow anyone else in because if they were ripped apart a second time there would be no fixing either of them

Julian made another effort to breathe. Air. It was all around him, yet he couldn't seem to drag enough into his lungs. He took her hand in his and carried it to the warmth of his mouth. 'We will need to find a safe subject, cara mia, or I will not make it through these next few minutes.

We used various things to cope with whatever ordeals we went through as children… Traumatized is just a word to describe those things, it isn't a judgment.

Come on, ghost man. You want this. You want to live. I know you do. Breathe for me. Take a breath.

These are men like us with nowhere to go. They need what we have to survive. A brotherhood. A family. They need a leader. They need Torpedo Ink.

He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.

Victor watched them working together flawlessly, something his brothers had done from the time most of them were young. That ability to seamlessly blend their talents had allowed them to survive the insanity they'd grown up in. The gifts each of them had always astonished him.

He was hunting. She knew all about hunting. She lived by hunting. Now she was the prey. Something perverse in her loved that.

every man there had been trained from childhood in the brutal schools, as assassins. They were all looking for a new life and trying to figure out the rules of society. They knew they'd never fit perfectly, but they were doing their best.

You saved our people. You saved the human race. Not once, but decade after decade. It was your nature that allowed you to do so.

He was the protector of his family-- the entire family in every city or town around the world. He was their key to survival.

We're going to climb out. Straight up, honey. Whitney's boys aren't going to shoot you or Sebastian." "Are you out of your mind? We're going to go up a rope into a helicopter with the backwash from the blades, sharpshooters taking potshots, and a baby?" He grinned at her. "Sounds like a fun date, doesn't it?

I know," he admitted as he rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. "What are we going to do now?" A slow smile curved his mouth. "I really expected you to kill me so I wouldn't have to figure that part out.