Quotes About Survival

No one would want to live this way, and yet here they were. The Great Depression.

How could you hold on to ideals when you were sick and cold and starving?

She was crying for all of it at last—for the pain and loss and fear and anger, for the war and what it had done to her and to all of them, for the knowledge of evil she could never shake, for the horror of where she'd been and what she'd done to survive.

Everyone broke—and held themselves together—in their own way.

was so hot that every now and then a bird fell from the sky, landing with a little thump on the hard-packed dirt. The chickens sat in dusty heaps on the ground, their heads lolled forward, and the last two cows stood together, too hot and tired to move. A listless breeze moved through the farm, plucking at the empty clothesline.

Hiroshima. There are a million ways for this sick, corrupt world to end.

Many of them, like the pioneers who went west one hundred years before them, brought nothing more than a will to survive and a hope for a better future.

They just had to muddle along and live in the world presented to them, confused a lot of the time because nothing made sense, but certain of their subterranean place on the food chain.

They couldn't touch my heart. They couldn't change who I was inside. My body...they broke that in the first days, but not my heart, V. Whatever he did, it was to your body, and your body will heal.

Mama had chosen to dig for treasure through the dirt of Dad's toxic, porous love, but not Leni. Not anymore.

Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was too easy to give in. No matter how afraid she was, she had to teach her children every day how to survive.

Up here you can make one mistake. The second one will kill you.

Mama loved him too much to leave him. Still, even now, with her face bruised and swollen. Maybe what she'd always said was true, maybe she couldn't breathe without him, maybe she'd wilt like a flower without

The only way we will survive is by being kind. The only way we can get by in this world is through the help we receive from others. No one can do it alone, no matter how great the machines are.

The key to life in this dry heat was conservation of everything: water, food, emotion. That last one was the biggest challenge.

Kristin Hannah

Oradour-sur-Glane —no lejos de Carriveau— y habían conducido a sus habitantes a punta de fusil hasta la iglesia, supuestamente para comprobar su documentación.

Women get on with it. For us it was a shadow war. There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

She knew how dangerous escape could be. Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was too easy to give in.

There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown. Elsa had survived it by being quiet, by not demanding or seeking attention, by accepting that she was loved, but unliked. The hurt had become so commonplace, she rarely noticed it.

Sabes lo que aprendí en los campos? Vianne la miró. —¿Qué? —Que no me pueden tocar el corazón. Que no pueden cambiar quién soy por dentro. Mi cuerpo…, eso lo rompieron los primeros días, pero mi corazón no. Vi, te hiciera lo que te hiciera, fue a tu cuerpo y tu cuerpo sanará.

This is no place for anyone," Vianne

But even as the Depression had worsened, food prices had gone up. Five gallons of kerosene cost a dollar. Two pounds of butter cost fifty cents. Six pounds of rice cost nearly half a dollar.

How could a place be as alive as Alaska, as beautiful and cruel? No. It wasn't Alaska's fault. It was hers. Leni was Matthew's second mistake.