Quotes About Survival

Finding your center of strength within yourself. You'll find a difference between living and just surviving.

Give meaning to life. You can spend your life wallowing in hopelessness, wondering why you were the one who was led towards the road scattered with pain, or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it.

I'm sorry about your yesterday. Yesterdays happen. Wash away every trace of yesterday. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You're doing just fine. You're doing fine.

Life's hard, and at times hard to handle. But you endure what is unbearable and move on.

The hell with the toilet paper. I'm grabbing the the Steaks. I can always wash my ass, I'm feeding my ass.

love thy neighbor. We are all in this together, every single one of us. And the only way we are going to survive as a society is through compassion.

You go on when you don't have strength, and you grow stronger. When you suffer, you survive." And when you don't think you can, you hold on." Because Life is about living a life worth living.

Some days I'm sad, Some days 'I'm happy and some days I'm depressed and don't know who I am. But I know I'm here for a reason." And I will Survive.

Bad things can happen, and often do--And the way you survive is no one else's business.

It always comes down to just two choices. "Live or die, But I will not die without fighting for a life I am not yet done living.

Love is a necessity. It gives us the desire to bond with someone long enough to care for our children to an age where they can fend for themselves.

The end of every day is the most important time of the day because, I pray that I might see the morning light and live another day.

You have no idea what You can survive until You have no choice but to survive it.

all our stuck places track back to the twin existential threats to our survival and well-being: abandonment and being overwhelmed.

Life hurts, and sometimes it hurts a great deal. We are extraordinarily flexible, possess genetic programming to survive, even prevail, and we gain resilience as we age, and yet we still hurt easily.

So a new element darkled in their already darkling mood: a somber, deep-rooted bitterness which would grow and grow until it would make of them—those who survived—the tough, mean, totally cynical infantry fighters which their leaders fondly on sentimental grounds already believed they were, and which all of them, everybody, hated the Japanese for being.

Justice it means but it's everybody eating everyone else. That's what life is after all.

More mud, more crocodiles.

O, not in the least tragic. I shall become gradually better, they tell me, as I grow older. As I did not die then they tell me I shall probably live.

Folk take a battering but, they do; they get born and they get brought up and they get fuckt. That's the story; the cot to the fucking funeral pyre.

Remember... It's a jungle out there!

Baptized Christians ran the ovens in the camps.

He had learned in Vietnam there were three groups of people who got you killed—pencil pushers, amateurs, and idealists.

The wind becomes your indispensable ally. When the trees and undergrowth and sometimes the elephant grass begin to thrash, the object that does not move or the shadow that remains like a tin cutout becomes the entity that is out there in the darkness, preparing to take your life. Except in this case, the presence on