Quotes About Survival

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

Max-Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.

Please, I begged silently, please do not let my last moments on earth be me crammed into a tiny boat in the dark, surrounded by mechanical singing pirates.

Max-I'm not going to die today.

Congratulations. The fact that you're reading this means you've taken one giant step closer to surviving until your next birthday.

People always remember the worst day of their lifes. It becomes a part of them forever.

My choices were to either give in and let them kill all of us or fight back with everything I had. I chose the second one, 'cause I'm just funny that way.

Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn't forget the basic necessity of eating.

Everything I loved was taken away from me, and I did not die.

Fang, I said, my voice breaking. Just live, okay? Live and be okay. With no warning, I leaned down and kissed his mouth, just like that. Ow, he said, touching his split lip, then he and I stared at each other in shock.

I know you might not believe this, but slogging through a foreign European forest in the dead of night with an ex-Eraser, a talking dog, and two kids who depend on you for their lives—well, not as much fun as you'd think. But

There're no boys left is what you meant," she continued bitterly, cocking her head. "No Dylan. No Fang. No more cute guys to obsess over you." I pressed my lips together and stared at her. "What?" But Nudge was on a roll. "Poor, poor Max," she said, finding some ancient cans of tuna and an old jar of hearts of palm. Who eats that? "How are you going to survive with no one to fight over your attention?

At every turn I took, I prayed that I would not stumble over her body. Every time I didn't, it gave me hope that she was still alive.

Congratulations. The fact that you're reading this means you've taken one giant step closer to surviving till your next birthday. Yes, you, standing there leafing through these pages. Do not put this book down. I'm dead serious—your life could depend on it.

It wasn't because the lions were particularly hungry. The humans had been nothing compared to the eighteen-hundred-pound Cape buffalo, the pride's more typical prey. The cars had been like boxes full of snacks.

Le secret pour rester en vie? Ne jamais cesser de respirer.

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

Out of every hundred men they send me, eighty are nothing but targets. The next ten shouldn't even be at the compound. Out of the remaining ten, nine are real fighters, and the last one will be a warrior. And we have to find the warrior because he'll be the one who brings the others back alive.

We might be forced to eat raw s'mores

Naomi "Scootchie" Cross is the daughter of my late brother Aaron. Years ago, when Naomi was in law school at Duke University, she was kidnapped by a murderer and sadist who called himself Casanova. I'd been blessed enough to find and rescue her, and the ordeal forged a bond between us that continues to this day.

walking food source.

ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of

Now I suddenly think that Sarkar, Tracy Anne, and I are most likely the only ones present who can tell exactly what has happened: Katra Kovac, nine months pregnant, has been slit open. Her baby has been taken. The procedure—it's a disgusting lie to confuse this butchery with the term C-section—has left the mother barely clinging to life. And the baby? Who in hell knows what has become of the baby, this baby who was literally ripped from its mother's womb.

Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment