Our survival instinct is our single greatest source of inspiration.
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.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
The Queen would survive, but God save the rest of us.
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.
Nothing can survive without a heart.
Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens. No matter how hopeless.
One has to adapt to survive.
No one has ever survived a night in the maze.
I’m not certain I can survive any more visits from old friends.
I don’t want to survive. I want to live.
