Quotes About Survival

I wake up saying, I'm still alive; a miracle. And so I keep on pushing.

It's a dangerous thing when someone gets up in the morning and has nothing to eat.

The miracle is that we are here, that no matter how undone we've been the night before, we wake up every morning and are still here. It is phenomenal just to be.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

I thought instead of a good rule for survival on Wall Street: Never agree to anything proposed on someone else's boat or you'll regret in in the morning.

I've survived quite a few generations. That's because I never lost my enthusiasm. I wake up every morning like on Christmas Day, waiting for the gifts.

If you leave me here," the guy on the floor said, "he'll kill me tomorrow morning." Parker looked at him. "So you've still got tonight," he said.

Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

My mother was cancer. She slowly destroyed everything around her. She produced two killers; me and my brother Joe.

Poverty, the mother of manhood. Also, the mother of prostitution.

That strong mother doesn't tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in.

Poverty is the mother of crime.

My mother tried to kill me when I was a baby. She denied it. She said she thought the plastic bag would keep me fresh.

Basic Instincts It's the way mother birds build nests, and build them high enough to elude

I got a mother who's very strong after taking the whippings that she took from my father.

My mother tried to abort me herself with a coathanger, hence my wobbly eye.

Fairy tales are about money, marriage, and men. They are the maps and manuals that are passed down from mothers and grandmothers to help them survive.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

Art keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

But even though all this was going on at home, if someone had tried to take me away and put me in a children's home, I couldn't have handled it. Even though my mother was very brutal, it was my home.

Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.

Raised by an irresponsible mother during the Great Depression in the Jim Crow south, my father was on his own from the age of 13.