Quotes About Warning

Peace is dangerous because it encourages complacency and carelessness

It shouldn't be so easy to nudge people toward what might be their own destruction.

Dad warned us all about water stations, trying to prepare us in case we ever went out and got caught far enough from home to be tempted to stop for water. His advice: "Don't do it. Suffer. Get your rear end home." Yeah.

There are over 700 known dead so far. One hurricane. And how many people has it hurt? How many are going to starve later because of destroyed crops? That's nature. Is it God? Most of the dead are the street poor who have nowhere to go and who don't hear the warnings until it's too late for their feet to take them to safety. Where's safety for them anyway? Is it a sin against God to be poor?

A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate Predicts the ruin of the State.

Ta??d??? yafta m?? E?lenceli bir deyi?. Yafta ta??yorsa daha az tehlikeli de?il mi ? Boynunda ç?ng?rak ta??yan bir kedi yavrusu gibi tatl? görünüyor. Yaftas?z sefahat, daha ürkütücü.

[On Leadville:] Over the piano was printed a notice: Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.

Beware of the pleasant view of the fatherhood of God: God is so kind and loving that of course He will forgive us. That thought, based solely on emotion, cannot be found anywhere in the New Testament. The only basis on which God can forgive us is the tremendous tragedy of the Cross of Christ.

Do not forecast where the temptation will come; it is the least likely thing that is the peril. In the aftermath of a great spiritual transaction the "retired sphere of the leasts" begins to tell; it is not dominant, but remember it is there, and if you are not warned, it will trip you up.

Beware of any belief that makes you self-indulgent or self-gratifying; that belief came from the pit of hell itself, regardless of how beautiful it may sound.

Beware of counterfeiting the love of God by working along the line of natural human sympathy, because that will end in blaspheming the love of God.

voice of the Spirit of God is as gentle as a summer breeze—so gentle that unless you are living in complete fellowship and oneness with God, you will never hear it. The sense of warning and restraint that the Spirit gives comes to us in the most amazingly gentle ways.

Beware of any belief that makes you self-indulgent; it came from the pit, no matter how beautiful it sounds.

Now and then you poor humanities, who are always so dimly conscious that you are all lies to one another, get a glimpse of various truths from some cynical dead man's diary, or some statesman's secret papers. But you never are warned: you placidly continue greedily to gobble up, unexamined, the falsehoods of public men; and impudently to adjudicate on the nurevealed secrets of private lives.

My mama told me don't trust no white boy, even a pretty one. I'm thinkin' a pretty white boy with wings explodin' up from the ground in a mess of blood and ugly-ass bird things is double trouble." - Kramisha (Ch 5)

Dark books say to us, "This isn't about you. You are in fact alive and safe." Yes, there's an implicit and unavoidable warning, an edge of danger; these things happen, the books say. And yet, as bad as it gets inside this book, you, the reader, are securely outside. If

You're saying that you yoked the world to your patented grains and seeds, happily enslaved us alland now you finally realize that you are dragging us all to hell.

But if there's an erosion at home, you know, Thomas Jefferson warned about a tyranny of an oligarchy and if we surrender our democracy to the tyranny of an oligarchy, we've made a terrible mistake.

It's only fair to warn you that you sealed your fate tonight. When you knew you were in trouble, you came to me. That makes twice, Mercy, and twice is almost as good as a declaration. You are mine now.... Ben says you might run. If you do, I will find you and bring you back. Every time you run, Mercy. I won't force you, but. .. No more excuses, Mercy. You are mine, and I am keeping you.

I told them," he said in a clear, carrying voice, "that they should not give someone as old and powerful as I a daughter to love. That it would end badly.

He stepped back with exaggerated courtesy. But when I walked past him, he swatted my rump. Hard enough to sting. "You need to be more careful," he growled. "Keep interfering in my business and you might get hurt." I said sweetly as I continued to Jesse's room, "The last man who swatted me like that is rotting in his grave." "I have no doubt about it." His voice was more satisfied then contrite.

Zack shook his head. "I am glad you aren't mine. You're going to be dead before you're forty." "No," rumbled my husband's soft deep voice from the hallway. "I'm going to be dead before she's forty.

Just be careful, Mary Jo. Be very careful. You've made mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. One you should not make is to imagine that Christy will ever be Adam's mate. He is mine, and unlike her, I don't throw away people who are mine.

You need to understand something," she said intently. "Charles is my husband. You can't have him. Mine. Not yours. There are lots of nice, unattachment men out there, I'm sure. Pick one of them and you might live longer." Then her body relaxed and her voice regained its usual cheeriness. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Newman.