Quotes About Survival

As radioman Rudolf-Günter Wagner broadcast the news to the crowds of newly liberated Berliners, his words were drowned out by joyous whoops and shrieks. "Hurrah!" they shouted. "Wir leben Noch!" (We're still alive!). Berliner Manfred Knopf had lived through four years of uncertainty. Now he felt a sense of victory. "We belonged to the Western world!

By the time there's another invasion of artificially intelligent dung-eating robotic probes from outer space, maybe their uber-children will have devised a way to save our planet.

Human diversity makes tolerance more than a virtue; it makes it a requirement for survival." —René Dubos

Here's the premise: you're in a bunker in the post-apocalyptic world. (I'm assuming that, by the date of publication, this will still be a "premise.") You've managed, almost magically, to bring with you the 10 movies, but only 10 movies, you'll be able to watch for the rest of your days.

When the Apocalypse comes, you'll find me pushing Marie Antoinette out of the way and saying, 'Let me eat cake! Forget them; I want the cake! Two helpings! I have some friends with me! Is there coffee with the cake, Marie? I'm just asking.

The greatest lesson we teach our children is how to survive us.

We are all in the end those rhesus monkeys who cling to the soft plush mother for comfort, ignoring the food on the wire monkey until we starve. Other people can hurt us more than our bodies can.

The world had gone too quiet and the possibility that she and Lou were the only ones left alive tickled at her brain like the tiny, scuttling legs of a black spider.

Per chi ci ha messo il cuore e altrettanto cuore non ha trovato, per chi si è sbagliato e ci ha messo troppo sale, per chi non avrà pace finché non riuscirà a scoprire in quale maledetto barattolo hanno nascosto lo zucchero, per chi rischia di annegare nella piccola alluvione delle sue lacrime. Siamo qui con voi e, nonostante tutto, come voi siamo vivi.

The Malavoglia huddled together, clinging to the rail, hardly daring to breathe because when the sea roars no-one dares answer.

now at long last one of them is going to have the courage to explain to my generation how any human being with mind and heart and brain could Ã¢â'¬Â¦ not even 'do' what was done – it isn't our function to say whether a man is 'guilty as charged' or not – but even see it being done, and consent to remain alive.

There were various things which were absolutely essential to survival: it was essential to fill oneself completely with a determination to survive; it was essential to create in oneself a capacity for dissociating oneself to some extent from Treblinka; it was important not to adapt completely to it. Complete adaptation, you see, meant acceptance. And the moment one accepted, one was morally and physically lost.

A única arma de que um pobre dispõe para conservar a sua dignidade é instilar o medo.

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another.

Man cannot survive by bread and water alone, but bread and water and hate?

Your unavowed atrocities kill you from the inside out. What is the compulsion to tell the truth if not a moral compulsion? Jacqueline Delon had asked. She was wrong. It's a survival necessity. You can't live if you can't accept what you are, and you can't accept what you are if you can't say what you do. The power of naming, as old as Adam.

Thus she's discovered the Conradian truth: The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it...You do what you do because it's that or death.

Don't kill me—you fucking cunt. Hot tip. If you're trying to get someone to not kill you, avoid calling him a fucking cunt.

You give thanks for small things. I gave thanks that I was wearing jeans, not a skirt. People start trying to kill you, you stop wearing skirts.

Like her, he didn't buy the Nietzschean line that whatever didn't kill you made you stronger. Sometimes whatever didn't kill you disfigured and debilitated you for the rest of your life instead of killing you. Mere survival was neither here nor there. It was the manner of survival, what you did with whatever it was that didn't kill you.

Speaking was temporarily beyond him, what with the testicular trauma and ass-stabbing.

What is the compulsion to tell the truth if not a moral compulsion? Jacqueline Delon had asked. She was wrong. It's a survival necessity. You can't live if you can't accept what you are, and you can't accept what you are if you can't say what you do. The power of naming, as old as Adam. We

Whatever doesn't kill them, makes them make reality TV shows...