Quotes About Survival

Live through it," Call said. "That's all we can do.

Can you imagine the misery of enduring the fear of incoming artillery while crouched in a trench or fighting hole in neck-high fifty-degree water?

The dinosaurs became extinct because they didn't have a space program. And if we become extinct because we don't have a space program, it'll serve us right!

Mother Nature doesn't care if you're having fun.

The Earth is just too small and fragile a basket for the human race to keep all its eggs in.   - Robert A. Heinlein

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.

The surprising thing about young fools is how many survive to become old fools.

Our work-worn hands, our strong legs, our tree-trunk backs, our throats and mouths speaking spells, singing incantations, and screaming out warnings, our bodies and our stories and our ceaseless working, loving, fighting for remembrance of our past and hope for our future, the safety of our loved ones, the knowledge of our ways, all these have been the true magickal tools of our survival.

meant us," she whispered. "I destroyed us." His fingers tightened against her cheek. "I'm not destroyed." Her breath stopped. "I'm scarred." He withdrew his hand and closed it carefully into a fist at his side. Again it slid in search of a pocket, but found none in which to bury itself. "I'm battered. But I'm still standing, Kai.

Gracias por seguir existiendo." Victoria

Todos esos monstruos. Todas esas formas horribles de matar gente. Tantas criaturas espeluznantes que andan sueltas por ahí... -Se estremeció-. Todos nacemos y crecemos rodeados de monstruos. forman parte de nuestro mundo, así que al final nos hacemos a la idea de que están ahí, y de que podremos evitarlos con un poco de suerte. Pero en tu libro salen muchos mas. Es como volver a descubrir que vives en un mundo brutal cuando ya creías que lo habías asumido.

Son los monstruos los que deciden quién vive y quién muere

Creía que estabas muerto-. dijo -Soy demasiado cabezota como para dejarme matar.

Me siento como un náufrago rescatado por un tiburón. Sabes que, mientras sigas prendido a su aleta, no te ahogarás, pero en cualquier momento puede darse la vuelta y darte una dentellada... y temes y odias al tiburón, porque dependes de él, porque no pueden abandonarlo, pero lo siento, amigo, no había amables delfines cerca para salvarte. Esto es todo lo que hay. Muerte y dolor.

No tienes la menor idea de lo que ha significado para mí recoger todos los pedazos de mis sueños rotos. Y nunca lo entenderás. Si me hubieses matado anoche, no me habrías hecho más daño del que me has hecho ya.

Children from violent households made great lie detectors because their ability to read people and situations wasn't just a hobby—it was a survival skill. The

That night, before he tried to sleep, Louie prayed. He had prayed only once before in his life, in childhood, when his mother was sick and he had been filled with a rushing fear that he would lose her. That night on the raft, in words composed in his head, never passing his lips, he pleaded for help.

All I see, he thought, is a dead body breathing.

Every morning, the Omori POWs were assembled and ordered to call out their number in Japanese. After November 1, 1944, the man assigned number twenty-nine would sing out "Niju ku!" at the top of his lungs.

Though the captives' resistance was dangerous, through such acts, dignity was preserved, and through dignity, life itself.

At a Japanese POW camp, this dead American was found near war's end, still standing, at a sink at which he was trying to drink. American soldiers and guerrillas went behind enemy lines to rescue the men at this camp, but they were too late. They found the bodies of 150 POWs, starved to death.

At last, a door thumped open. A man rushed out and snapped to a halt, screaming "Keirei!" It was the Bird. Louie's legs folded, the snow reared up at him, and down he went.

Stories of cannibalism among castaways were so common that British sailors considered the practice of choosing and sacrificing a victim to be an established "custom of the sea." To well-fed men on land, the idea of cannibalism has always inspired revulsion. To many sailors who have stood on the threshold of death, lost in the agony and mind-altering effects of starvation, it has seemed a reasonable, even inescapable solution.

Louie, looking as battered as his plane, walked to Super Man. He leaned his head into one of the cannon holes and saw the severed right rudder cables, still spliced together as he had left them. He ran his fingers along the tears in Super Man's skin. The plane had saved him and all but one of his crew. He would think of it as a dear friend.