Quotes About Survival

In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had anything to eat.

The first thing I did was lock myself in the bathroom and unwind my binders. I was moist and sour from adrenaline and fear sweat and I felt like I would die if I didn't rinse off. There was no soap and the rusty, lukewarm water dribbled out of the showerhead like blood from the wrist of a reluctant suicide. Still, it was better than nothing.

She had to do something. Anything. She had to focus, think, fight. She wasn't anybody's point to prove. She was fucking Batgirl. Her body was broken and her mind jagged and fractured by trauma, but she was still alive, and she wasn't going down without a fight.

Coldness in everything. It comes from a long way off; it gets into everything. One must get out of the way before it reaches the core. If it does that, one won't feel even the coldness any more. Do you see what I mean?

In the middle of a war you think of nothing but how it will end. And put off living. When large numbers of people do that, it creates a vacuum within us which the war flows in to fill.

In any case, he made me think the unheard-of: The world could go on after our destruction.

Se fossimo formiche: l'intero popolo cieco si precipita nei fossati, annega, forma i ponti per i pochi sopravvissuti che sono il seme del nuovo popolo. Simili a formiche andiamo dentro ogni fuoco. Ogni acqua. Ogni fiume di sangue. Solo per non dover vedere. Che cosa? Noi.

Kleist erinnert sich, daß der Schmerz ihm Geständnisse erpreßt hat, Versuche, den Schmerz zu beschreiben. Das erträgt kein Mensch lange, Doktor. Einmal muß es nachlassen oder mich töten.

Wenn die Menschen gewisse Exemplare ihrer eigenen Gattung aus Bosheit oder aus Unverstand, aus Gleichgültigkeit oder aus Angst vernichten müssen, dann fällt uns, bestimmt, vernichtet zu werden, eine unglaubliche Fähigkeit zu. Die Freiheit, die Menschen zu lieben und uns selbst nicht zu hassen.

Ich habe nicht gewußt, was ein Mensch erträgt. Nun sitze ich da und muß mir sagen, auf dieser Fähigkeit, Unerträgliches zu ertragen und weiterzuleben, weiter zu tun, was zu tun man gewöhnt ist, auf dieser unheimlichen Fähigkeit beruht der Bestand des Menschengeschlechts.

He gave her a quick hug. Hugging was new for them. Ever since he'd been the paramedic on call the night she was shot, he'd "taken a new interest in your survival," as he liked to put it.

the art of survival is a story that never ends

From the beginning, Fassbinder's films showed that with the help of art it is possible to defend oneself against the destructive forces of the present, and that in the artistic process there is some kind of labour of resistance and a possibility of survival. It gradually also became a fundamental theme of his films.

Natural selection, this all-powerful driving force of biological evolution, has privileged in our genes traits that were immediately favorable to the survival and proliferation of our ancestors, under the conditions that prevailed there and then, with no regard for later consequences. This is intrinsic to the process of natural selection, which sees only the immediate present and does not foresee the future.

All species capable of grasping this fact manage better in the struggle for existence than those which rely upon their own strength alone: the wolf, which hunts in a pack, has a greater chance of survival than the lion, which hunts alone.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

A new type of thinking is essential if mankind is to survive and move to higher levels.

she hadn't just lost everything. After all, she had her health (which was actually saying quite a lot for a second grade teacher during flu season) and she had relative youth, though she was on the downhill slide to thirty. But she no longer had her luggage and she didn't have her purse. Meaning she had no clothes, no shoes, no undies, no toiletries, no ID, no credit card, not even a ChapStick. She glanced down at her

He reaches over and touches my necklace. "You still have it. That gives me faith." "Faith in what?" "God, I suppose. No, I don't know. Survival.

Mrs. Scatcherd raps Dutchy's knuckles several times with a long wooden ruler, though it seems to me a halfhearted penalty. He barely winces, then shakes his hands twice in the air and winks at me. Truly , there isn't much more she can do. Stripped of family and identity, fed meager rations, consigned to hard wooden seats until we are to be, as Slobbery Jack suggested, sold into slavery — our mere existence is punishment enough.

cuando dice que no pasa nada, lo que quiere decir es que sabe que puede sobrevivir con lo mínimo.

And anyway, how do you talk about losing everything?

Her father wanted to insulate her, to shelter her from harm, and in doing so he denied her the inoculation required to survive.

When you live on a farm, everyone is uncomfortable much of the time. Too cold, too warm, dirty, bone tired, banged up, injured by a tool or hot grate - too preoccupied to worry much about each other