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.
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.
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 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.