Quotes About Survival

Make no mistake, adolescence is a war. No one gets out unscathed.

We are often told during times of bereavement that time heals all wounds. That's crap. In truth, you are devastated, you mourn, you cry to the point where you think you'll never stop - and then you reach a stage where the survival instinct takes over. You stop. You simply won't or can't let yourself "go there" anymore because the pain was too great. You block. You deny. But you don't really heal.

I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. Adult. You have become adult.

There is no such thing as closure for soldiers who have survived a war. They have an obligation, a sacred duty, to remember those who fell in battle beside them all their days and to bear witness to the insanity that is war.

Their orders were to draw the newly arrived Americans into battle and search for the flaws in their thinking that would allow a Third World army of peasant soldiers who traveled by foot and fought at the distant end of a two-month-long supply line of porters not only to survive and persevere, but ultimately to prevail in the war—which was, for them, entering a new phase.

Your mind is a storehouse for the painful memories and hidden resentments from your childhood—the things your parents did that deeply hurt you or made you feel that your physical or psychological survival was threatened

In Lincoln's mind, at least as Lamon interpreted the story, "the illusion was a sign." Both the president-elect and his wife believed it meant he would not only survive his term in office, but four years later win reelection to a second one, only to die before it ended.

I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And I did witness in London a great deal of the Blitz.

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import.

But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

London eats up pretty girls, you know...

Just as physical pain tells us to get our hands out of the fire, our fear tells us—once we've been burned—to be cautious about fire the next time around. The fight-or-flight response that

We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.

There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived through all the heat and noise and stench of summertime, and now each widely opened flower was like a triumphant cry, "We will, we will make seed before we die.

The librarians sent books to the hospitals. They answered a thousand questions put to them by the military and civil authorities: How could Leningrad make matches? How could flint and steel lighters be manufactured? What materials were needed for candles? Was there any way of making yeast, edible wood, artificial vitamins? How do you make soap? The librarians found recipes for candles in old works of the eighteenth century.

There are only two ways a person can die. Their heart or their lungs.

survival is triumph enough.

Survival is truimph enough.

You can't stop the world and get off, so you just have to learn to live on it.

The Welfare ration cards took care of everything, everything that kept you alive and just alive enough to hate it.

Fear is a good emotion to cultivate; it keeps you alert. Without it few survive.

He understood very well that it was just because of this intimacy that their marriage had not survived.

Van het bed keek zij hem aan en zei na een tijdje: 'De oorlog is pas afgelopen, wanneer de laatste die hem mee heeft gemaakt, is gestorven.

Still, national politics meant little to him: about as much as paper airplanes would mean to the survivor of a plane crash.