Quotes About Warning

I wouldna tell ye if I did," he said, just as quietly. "But I don't." "Would you warn him—if you could?" Grey asked. He oughtn't, but was possessed by curiosity. "I would," Fraser replied without hesitation. He turned round now and looked down at Grey, expressionless. "He was once my friend." So was I, Grey thought, and took more brandy. Am I now again? But not even the most exigent curiosity would make him ask.

If I find ye in one of those alcoves, Sassenach, the man you're with is dead. And as for you Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â His hands twitched unconsciously in the direction of his swordbelt.

I'll try verra hard, John." The Governor sat down, wearily. There were deep circles under his eyes, and his impeccable linen was wilted; obviously he had not changed his clothes from the day before. "All right. I don't know where you're going, and it's likely better I don't. But if you can, keep out of the sealanes north of Antigua. I sent a boat this morning, to ask for as many men as the barracks there can supply, marines and sailors both.

I'm one of those workaholics, the kind of guy who may drop with a cardiac arrest around 55.

When someone is beyond help, when there is no hope, it's a choice. When we know for certain, when the dogs warn us that a child is turning , it's still a choice.- -A choice between what and what?- -What do you think? If you were turning, if you knew that you'd try to kill your friends, people you loved...are you telling me that you'd choose to become one of them ?- -Between what and what?- Where there was life, there was hope.

I see thunderstorms around us now, but these are just baby storms," the psychic told her. "The mother storm is coming. When she arrives, her lightning will scorch the land, her thunder will deafen us, and her heavy rain will drown us all. The storm will last for three months and many will die. Those who escape will find no one to turn to—every friendly face will have perished.

again he begs his victim to flee for his life.

If your skin is crawling, pay attention. If something doesn't feel right, pay attention. If the hairs on the back of your neck prickle, if your gut clenches up, if a wave of wrongness washes over you, if your heart starts beating faster, pay, pay, pay attention. Do not second-guess yourself or rationalize anything that impedes your safety. Our instincts are the animal inside of our humanness, warning us of danger.

And I wonder how we could possibly have ended up in this place. Why I didn't see the warning signs far enough in advance to prevent this from happening. I try to hold back the sob swooping up from deep inside me like a tsunami from the ocean floor. But I can't, and I bend forward, crying for my failures as a mother

IN THE EIGHTH DECADE of the twentieth century, a man named Elmer Pendell published a small book entitled WHY CIVILIZATIONS SELF-DESTRUCT (1977).

Computers will be the death of us all.

philosophers have warned us: if we forget the past, we are doomed to repeat it.

Final warning. Shut up or die.

As the Nobel laureate Elie Wiesel warned years ago, to forget a holocaust is to kill twice.

the Thing has stirred in its moorings. The Thing that my Grandfather Harry and his generation of Harrys had thought was nothing but a false alarm.

I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve.

hey sparrows no pissing on my old winter quilt!

From my words you will have reached the conclusion that the real Berenice is a temporal succession of different cities, alternately just and unjust. But what I wanted to warn you about is something else: all the future Berenices are already present in this instant, wrapped one within the other, confined, crammed, inextricable.

I took this dialogue as a warning to be on guard: the world is falling apart and tries to lure me into its disintegration.

Vorsicht! Vorsicht! Ora casca, poverino! - esclamò piena d'ansia nostra madre, che ci avrebbe visto volentieri alla carica sotto le cannonate, ma intanto stava in pena per ogni nostro gioco.

To hell with the future. It's a man-eating idol.

In 1845, the Bunker Hill Aurora warned that foreigners were landing at the rate of "13,400 a month!!! 466 a day!!! 19 an hour!!!" Three years later, the same paper declared: "Our country is literally being overrun with the miserable, vicious, and unclean paupers of the old country.

Enter, stranger, but take heed Of what awaits the sin of greed, For those who take, but do not earn, Must pay most dearly in their turn. So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, Thief, you have been warned, beware Of finding more than treasure there.

Don't put your wand there, boy! ... Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!