Our survival instinct is our single greatest source of inspiration.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
You should move to a small town, where the rule of law still exists. You will not survive here. You are not a wolf, and this is the land of wolves now.
Nothing can survive without a heart.
The Queen would survive, but God save the rest of us.
Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens. No matter how hopeless.
One thing that never survives this place is a sense of humor.
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Queen whose heart was broken in two. But even buried under ice and snow, love survives.
It’s amazing what people can accomplish when their survival is at stake. Squeeze them hard enough, there’s nothing they can’t do. No line they won’t cross.
Do you know how the cuckoo bird survives? By preying on a mother’s weakness.
The art of survival, is a story that never ends.
One has to adapt to survive.
