Best 70 quotes in «surviving quotes» category

Conventions, like clichés, have a way of surviving their own usefulness.

It is the storyteller who makes us what we are, who creates history. The storyteller creates the memory that the survivors must have - otherwise their surviving would have no meaning.

No matter what I accomplish, it doesn't seem like much compared to surviving Auschwitz.

I'm surviving. I'm a survivor.

The size of the promised paycheck is inversely proportional to the likelihood of surviving to collect it.

The No Asshole Rule: Building a Civilized Workplace and Surviving One That Isn’t.

Oh, I'm a survivor. My whole life has been surviving.

Be yourself! Fill yourself up with light and fly!

At times I've struggled to feel seen, to have my history feel seen, to have where I come from feel seen because I 'turned out great.' But that doesn't meant that I Am Fine. I am working every day, tirelessly, like you wouldn't believe, on being fine, f**king finally, can we get this over with, I'm so tired and I just want to travel and eat and smile and move through the world with a semblance of peace.

Beauty... Is what you are after a lifetime of struggle in the face of hostility, surviving, and standing scarred and unafraid, triumphant before your enemies.

«Danike, racconti un po’ della guerra prima che si vada a dormire?» chiesi. Danijar dapprima continuò a tacere ed ebbe anche l’aria di prendersela a male. Guardò a lungo il fuoco, poi alzò il capo e ci lanciò un’occhiata. «La guerra, dici?» domandò; e, come rispondendo a un suo pensiero, aggiunse sordamente: «No! Meglio per voi non saper niente della guerra!» Poi si voltò da un’altra parte, prese una bracciata d’erbacce secche e, gettandola nel braciere, si mise a soffiare sul fuoco senza guardare nessuno di noi. Danijar non aggiunse altro. Ma bastò quella breve frase perché fosse chiaro che non si poteva, così, semplicemente, parlare della guerra, e che non ne avremmo ricavato una fiaba per addormentarsi. La guerra s’era coagulata come sangue nel profondo del cuore di quell’uomo e trarne racconti non era facile. Provai vergogna di fronte a me stesso. E mai più feci domande sulla guerra a Danijar.

DBT's catchphrase of developing a life worth living means you're not just surviving; rather, you have good reasons for living. I'm also getting better at keeping another dialectic in mind: On the one hand, the disorder decimates all relationships and social functions, so you're basically wandering in the wasteland of your own failure, and yet you have to keep walking through it, gathering the small bits of life that can eventually go into creating a life worth living. To be in the desolate badlands while envisioning the lush tropics without being totally triggered again isn't easy, especially when life seems so effortless for everyone else.

Do not weep for those who have found Death's embrace early, for they weep for us that linger on in this mortal world of pain.

Don't just settle for surviving; Settle to make impacts. Life is deliberate; It's about making a difference!

Even if I wrote on nothing else, it would never be enough, even if all the survivors did nothing but write about their experiences, it would still not be enough. *Response when asked how much longer is he going to write about the Holocaust

For many years eagerly thought by your enemy to destroying your life, it's all one second of mastery for you to save your life from his deadly plans, for you to survive.

For me, those weeks in Boston, with Wilma, became a lesson in her ability to be “of good mind,” in her phrase, which also meant a people’s ability to survive.

History ain't so important when yer just trying to survive,' I say, spitting it out under my breath. 'That's actually when it's most important.

But I also knew that if he turned away from me at this moment, somehow I would survive that, and I would find a way to flourish like the yard that still bloomed and grew around my family home. I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I belong here.

I decided to devote my life to telling my story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the world and anyone who has endured the pain, the isolation and the betrayal of family members.Though I no longer live in silence, I continued to carry the pain and the memories. This is something that will always be part of me but I choose not to be defined by this crime. I choose to give hope and I want survivors to know that they're not alone. I want children to have the opportunity to be happy, safe and protected from sexual abuse.

How comforting to witness a fictional person (who is also, miraculously, ourselves as we read) suffering the same agonies of a saccharine dismissal and, importantly, surviving.

Faith is vital for surviving life.

I certainly couldn't have survived my childhood without books. All that deprivation and pain--abuse, broken home, a runaway sister, a brother with cancer--the books allowed me to withstand. They sustained me. I read still, prolifically, with great passion, but never like I read in those days: in those days it was life or death.

Just breathe and believe.

If you're not learning how to live off the land, then you're only learning how to survive in the short-term. (During a conversation with someone in regards to surviving a zombie apocalypse, 2017)

I have survived. I am here.

In questi anni di guerra ho visto molti attacchi di panico. Conosco due ragioni a queste crisi. Nel prima caso, sono le sensazioni fisiche violente a scatenare la paura. Ne risulta uno stato di totale smarrimento, una specie di paralisi. Come per l’autista a S. Cataldo. Una volta, durante un bombardamento, ho visto un soldato, in preda ad uno di questi attacchi, ciondolare fuori dalle buche. Era completamente allo scoperto e aveva lo sguardo perso nel vuoto. Però camminava all’indietro, come spinto da un primordiale istinto di sopravvivenza. Oppure, spesso, la paura nasce quando, trasportati dalla fantasia, si immagina la propria morte. In questo caso, la vittima dell’attacco trama e geme come faceva il capitano Calarone.

I am love and light in action.

I had a rough life, full of ups, downs, failures, and achievements. What can I say? That’s just life and it’s expected. The best part is always waking up knowing that I have it in me to fight and keep going, but I didn’t let it get me down or break me

I have spent my life among jealous, and opponent ones, surviving myself from their evil motives.

I’m fine,” is the reply he gives. I think I am surviving, in all the wrong ways, is the reply he thinks.

Live what you love and what you love will fill your life.

I talk about writing and write so much because aside from music, it’s the only thing giving me peace and reason and purpose. Everyone is looking for answers but I don’t have them and I’m not the answer, but I feel like if I could see the face of God, I’d be better, healed—absolved. I feel like a bastard and like I’m pushing a Ponzi scheme every time someone comes to me for guidance and I push them to the “right” path when I’m just as lost as they are. And it makes me feel like shit every time someone wants to look up to me, or when people call me strong or brave or amazing or want to tell me how “great” I am. And then, the next moment, I’m fine, until the next tide of emotion comes again. I’m just a person who’s had a lot of time to think—a flawed and fucked-up person.

My little weaver was tough, and he'd survive without me, but I didn't want to survive without him.

My heart had been crush torn and crumble but I'm still here and I'm not broken I'm still fighting my way out

Nostalgia is so certain: the sense of familiarity it instills makes us feel like we know ourselves, like we've lived. To get a sense that we have already journeyed through something - survived it, experienced it - is often so much easier and less messy than the task of currently living through something.

No właśnie, przedmioty potrafią przetrwać, a żywi tymczasem znikają.

Never underestimate the latent power of nature. Often when she is most beautiful she is also most dangerous to those who fail to pay attention.

Sometimes falling apart is the bravest act of all

People listen to music for different reasons. Some people, -its background music— but other people need it to survive. Other people need music to get things out and maybe that’s just where I’m coming from, you know, when things weren’t easy for me, growing up. You know, music, I felt, saved my life. Pete Townshend, wherever you are, Pete, you saved my life. You know, whether he knows it or not. I wouldn’t be here. And I had absolutely nothing else besides music. And so that’s still, you know, that’s in me, and so if we’re gonna play, if we’re gonna get up and play, or write a song, you know, write about something that means something. You know, why write about, you know, 'Oh, pretty day', or, 'Pretty girl' or 'Pretty people', there’s nothing… people have different reasons for listening and playing. I need to —for me-, it’s much more.. religious!

Sometimes, falling back on or using an old method or habit, is like sliding into a pair of worn running shoes and a corset. Doesn't make sense to others, but it's not for them. It's what keeps you together, what keeps you going.

Surviving can make people right mean

Surviving is about need. Living is about want.

The best thing you can say to someone going through a tragic loss is not that "It's going to be alright" It is: "Hold on tight because this is going to hurt like hell".

The clock holds me nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. There is nothing else but now and the shifting depth of the night. I sit at a table alone smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and listening and surviving. I should not be here or anywhere. I should not be breathing or taking space. I should not have been given this moment or anything else. I should not have this opportunity again to live. I do not deserve it or deserve anything yet it is here and I am here and I Have it all of it still. I won't have it again. This moment or this chance they are the same and they are mine if I choose them and I do. I want them. Now and as long as I can have them they are both precious and fleeting and gone in the blink of an eye don't waste them. A moment and an opportunity and a life, all in the unseen tick of a clock holding me nowhere. My heart is beating. The walls are pale and quiet. I am surviving.

So don't let nobody tell you any different about the old days. Life is hard now, nothing but suffering, but some kinds of suffering is easier to bear than others.

The enemy plotted against you and awaited your downfall. Look at you surviving. And your enemies can not figure out how. What you have inside is greater than any negative force.

The gift of life, gives you the greatest opportunity to live and chance to rise above any situation. With hopeful attitude you can overcome any struggle.

Positive mind-set is vital for surviving hard-times.

The Complexities Of Life Caused By Bad Government Administration, Leadership, Parental Abuse And Mistakes Can Make A Child More Matured Than Their Age. It Happened To Me And It Is Still Happening To So Many Children World Wide. Most Especially, In Africa Where I Come From. This Is Why You See So Many African's Do All Sorts Of Bad Deeds For Surfacing And Surviving To Keep Body And Soul Together.