#viv

Survival is a privilege which entails obligations. I am forever asking myself what I can do for those who have not survived. ↗

— Simon Wiesenthal

#asking #entails #forever #i #i am

Both of our daughters, Debbie and Bonnie, are also cancer survivors. ↗

— David Wilkerson

#bonnie #both #cancer #daughters #debbie

For a country boy, poor as I was, whose constant worry was to be able to have enough to eat, the Army guaranteed one's survival. ↗

— Mo Yan

#army #boy #constant #country #country boy

To survive is to win. ↗

— Zhang Yimou

#to survive #win

'm really proud of it. To me, it's a movie about character behavior and the pecking order of the pack, as well as the central character's massive survival guilt. ↗

— Dwight Yoakam

#behavior #central #character #guilt #massive

Sometimes we need to feel bad to know what it's like to feel good... ↗

— Nitra Gipson

#feeling-bad #inspirational-quotes #life-and-living #reality #survivors

It's always been a great survival value for people to believe they belong to a superior tribe. That's just in human relationships. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#been #believe #belong #great #human

What the gods are supposed to be, what the priests are commissioned to say, is not a sensational secret like what those running messengers of the Gospel had to say. Nobody else except those messengers has any Gospel; nobody else has any good news; for the simple reason that nobody else has any news. Those runners gather impetus as they run. Ages afterwards they still speak as if something had just happened. They have not lost the speed and momentum of messengers; they have hardly lost, as it were, the wild eyes of witnesses. In the Catholic Church, which is the cohort of the message, there are still those headlong acts of holiness that speak of something rapid and recent; a self-sacrifice that startles the world like a suicide. But it is not a suicide; it is not pessimistic; it is still as optimistic as St. Francis of the flowers and birds. It is newer in spirit than the newest schools of thought; and it is almost certainly on the eve of new triumphs. For these men serve a mother who seems to grow more beautiful as new generations rise up and call her blessed. We might sometimes fancy that the Church grows younger as the world grows old. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#revival #revolution #age

Yes, an actual full-sized camel. If you find that confusing, just think how the criosphinx must have felt. Where did the camel come from, you ask? I may have mentioned Walt’s collection of amulets. Two of them summoned disgusting camels. I’d met them before, so I was less than excited when a ton of dromedary flesh flew across my line of sight, plowed into the sphinx, and collapsed on top of it. The sphinx growled in outrage as it tried to free itself. The camel grunted and farted. “Hindenburg,” I said. Only one camel could possibly fart that badly. “Walt, why in the world—?” “Sorry!” he yelled. “Wrong amulet!” The technique worked, at any rate. The camel wasn’t much of a fighter, but it was quite heavy and clumsy. The criosphinx snarled and clawed at the floor, trying unsuccessfully to push the camel off; but Hindenburg just splayed his legs, made alarmed honking sounds, and let loose gas. I moved to Walt’s side and tried to get my bearings. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#destruction #earthquakes #floods #funny #funny-and-random

Is being burnt a requisite for the making of art? Personally, I don't think it is. But art is poultice for a burn. It is a privilege to have, somewhere within you, a capacity for making something speak from your own seared experience. ↗

— Molly Peacock

#artistic-inspiration #creativity #healing #inspiration #survival