Quotes About Survival

If you grow up in an alcoholic home, you learn a lesson that never leaves you: The need to satisfy the addiction comes first; everything else is secondary. Daily betrayal becomes a way of life. We

When a man molests a woman or girl, he steals her identity. You don't know who you are anymore. You don't have an address or a home. You're nothing. It's like a stain you can't wash out of your soul

James Lee Burke

The usual deal: whatever's going, if it pays, we'll take it. Sorry state of affairs, but that's how it is. Ain't a kind or just 'verse, and nobody's owed a living.

The HTX-20 isn't' supposed to explode unless it gets bumped around too much. Right, Badger? Mal pressed. That's right. Or gets wet or hot or all that other gubbins. We went over it, didn't we? You need a refresher course? No, it's just that crate got bumped. How do we know things are still all right? Badger looked at him as if Mal was the stupid one. We're not dead. Hard to argue with that.

Could Vader actually be Anakin Skywalker? the two men wondered. Based on Obi-Wan's account of what had occurred on Mustafar, Anakin's survival didn't seem possible. But perhaps Obi-Wan had underestimated Anakin. Perhaps Anakin's peerless strength in the Force had allowed him to survive.

We serve nature's purpose by culling the herd, and our own by sharpening our skills. We are the predatory swarm!

Artists. If the Emperor has his way, you'll be the first ones targeted for eradication.

All of us were fighting long before we were farming and raising livestock.

Plagueis pressed his right hand to the right side of his neck to discover that a disk had made off with a considerable hunk of his jawbone and neck, and in its cruel passing had severed his trachea and several blood vessels.

Plagueis pressed his right hand to the right side of his neck to discover that a disk had made off with a considerable hunk of his jawbone and neck, and in its cruel passing had severed his trachea and several blood vessels. He

The crisis of the 1860s represented a far greater threat to the survival of the United States than did World War I, World War II, Communism in the 1950s, or terrorism today. Yet compared with the draconian enforcement of espionage and sedition laws in World War I, the internment of more than one hundred thousand Japanese Americans in the 1940s, McCarthyism in the 1950s, or the National Security State of our own time, the infringement of civil liberties from 1861 to 1865 seems mild indeed.

Truth is, lying come natural to all Negroes during slave time, for no man or woman in bondage ever prospered stating their true thoughts to the boss.

But then, she thought, every once in a while there's a glimmer of hope. Just a blip on the horizon, a whack on the nose of the giant that set him back on his heels or to the canvas, something that said, Guess what, you so-and-so, I am God's child. And I. Am. Still. Here.

Let it be understood that we cannot go outside of this alternative: liberty, inequality, survival of the fittest; not liberty, equality, survival of the unfittest. The former carries society forward and favors all its best members; the latter carries society downwards and favors its worst members.

So they turned into the north, not knowing that nature had already schemed that they four – the dog, wolf, otter and beaver – should soon be engaged in one of those merciless struggles of the wild which keep animal life down to the survival of the fittest, and whose tragic histories are kept secret under the stars and the moon and the wind that tell no tales.

Sighing, she gave a brief nod. "I was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didn't kill me. It was awful." "You're welcome," I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. "I'll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time." (Max II to Max)

Can you giggle while racing for your life and protecting a six-year-old? I can.

I hoped I wasn't actually dead. That would make finding our parents and saving the world really hard.

Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.

Yes. I owed my life, Angel's life, and my mother's life to a mutant's ability to create industrial-strength snot.

Fang looked at me, hope in his eyes, and I smirked at him. I save the huge emotional kissy-face for imminent death scenes. This probably didn't qualify.

Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for it—no.

We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.