You're a fucking survivor, A winner.

My sister is a cancer survivor.

I'm a survivor of war in Bosnia.

I am not a breast cancer survivor.

Survivor of countless missions in enemy territory,

So do you see any survivor among them?

He's a survivor of the genocide in Rwanda.

He was the only survivor of his family,

The sole survivor of the crash was a baby.

I don't look like a typical domestic violence survivor.

Samuel Pisar, an Auschwitz survivor, said, and I'll quote him,

My mother in law is a cancer survivor. Cancer sucks.

A survivor, unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.

This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

I am another image and vision of another survivor of war.

And you mean to say that you are the only survivor?

I want to be known not as a cancer survivor, but as a cancer conqueror.

This is the words of Elie Wiesel, a Holocaust survivor who received Nobel Peace Prize

What makes Joe Jean so unique is that Joe Jean is a survivor of the 2010 earthquake in Haiti.

Because it turns out that I'm actually a very typical domestic violence victim and a typical domestic violence survivor.

One survivor... 17year old Laurie Strode was found directly across the street from the home ...where the murders took place.

Betty Ford, Nancy Reagan stood up and said, I'm a breast cancer survivor, and it was okay to talk about it.

A broken and haunted person began that journey, but the person who emerged was a survivor and would ultimately grow into the person

The doctors and nurses there noticed that she was not only a survivor, she was really clever, and they made her a nurse.

A broken and haunted person began that journey, but the person who emerged was a survivor and would ultimately grow into the person

For us now at Movember, we really focus on three program areas, and having a true impact awareness and education, survivor support programs, and research.

A local newspaper spelled out, There is no survivor, there is no future, there is no life to be recreated in this form ever again.

Elie Wiesel is a Holocaust survivor, one of the greatest evils he described was indifference, the absence of both emotion and action that he denounced.

The son and daughter in law of Yoon SeokYoung president died in a mysterious traffic accident. The only survivor was his five year old grandson.

To me, it was immensely reassuring that the presiding spirit of this little Methodist college in upstate South Carolina was a Holocaust survivor from Central Europe.

Iceland elected Vigdis Finnbogadottir as their president first female to become head of state, single mom, a breast cancer survivor who had had one of her breasts removed.

This is not a story of a nameless survivor of war, and nameless refugees, whose stereotypical images we see in our newspapers and our TV with tattered clothes, dirty face, scared eyes.

Simonides, standing outside, the sole survivor amid the wreckage, closes his eyes and has this realization, which is that in his mind's eye, he can see where each of the guests at the banquet had been sitting.

This sense of responsibility for other people's lives when he was just 17 and also his guilt for being a survivor, since he had escaped the camp when his friends had not stayed with him all his life.

So, my work in the True Body Project if I see a senior citizen, who is struggling to feel happy, who has suffered post traumatic stress disorder, or a girl who is a survivor sex trafficking, or a teen who is struggling to rewrite how she feels in her own body,

But when you start to read the article by Cliff, who himself is a cancer survivor, who was saved by a clinical trial where his parents drove him from New York City to upstate New York to get an experimental therapy for at the time Hodgkin's disease, which saved his life, he makes remarkable points here.

Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet scented flowers each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller planted and tended once by children's hands, in front yard plots now standing by wallsides in retired pastures, and giving place to new rising forests the last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family.

It chanced that I walked that way across the fields the following night, about the same hour, and hearing a low moaning at this spot, I drew near in the dark, and discovered the only survivor of the family that I know, the heir of both its virtues and its vices, who alone was interested in this burning, lying on his stomach and looking over the cellar wall at the still smouldering cinders beneath, muttering to himself, as is his wont.