Quotes About Warning

In an article about the warning, the paper quoted Cunard's New York manager, Charles Sumner, as saying that in the danger zone "there is a general system of convoying British ships. The British Navy is responsible for all British ships, and especially for Cunarders." The Times reporter said, "Your speed, too, is a safeguard, is it not?" "Yes," Sumner replied; "as for submarines, I have no fear of them whatever.

But far more than France was at stake, he added. He raised the specter of Britain, too, succumbing to Hitler's influence and warned that a new and pro-German government might then replace his own. "If we go down you may have a United States of Europe under the Nazi command far more numerous, far stronger, far better armed than the New World.

Time lost can never be recovered," he said, "and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

For those passengers who did feel unsettled by the German warning, Cunard offered comforting words. Wrote passenger Ambrose B. Cross, "From the very first the ship's people asseverated that we ran no danger, that we should run right away from any submarine, or ram her, and so on, so that the idea came to be regarded as a mild joke for lunch and dinner tables.

of mounting threat.

All supposed exterior signs of danger that a bull gives, such as pawing the ground, threatening with his horns, or bellowing are forms of bluffing. They are warnings given in order that combat may be avoided if possible. The truly brave bull gives no warning before he charges except the fixing of his eye on the enemy, the raising of the crest of muscle in his neck, the twitching of an ear, and, as he charges, the lifting of his tail.

Drink it down, baby, and look forward to being sick.

Just as she goes and watch for that no-good Minerva. Keep well inside of that and outside the sand-spits.

Agua mala', the man said, 'you whore

És fàcil, per al qui es troba lliure de penes, donar consell i fer avertiments als qui pateixen.

Clyman trying to warn Reed about the desolation he had just seen in the Great Salt Lake Desert. Remembering the conversation years later, Clyman said he told Reed to "take the regular wagon track, and never leave it—it is barely possible to get through if you follow it, and it may be impossible if you don't.

Beware of a man with manners.

Now didn't I warn you, just a little while ago: arithmetic leads to philology, and philology leads to crime . . .

It would also let him now if they had alerted the marine patrol.

don't say "pity" again,' I warned. 'I blame myself for who I am and where I am, and that includes friends and family.' He laughed. 'Maybe you are too hard on yourself. You can't underestimate the power of coincidence and fate. They have a lot to do with who and what you are. Look at us. If I hadn't been standing in that spot in the supermarket and you weren't distracted, we might never have met.

It's Parkinson's. And if you talk about it again the way you just did, I'll be the one to take some of your teeth out the hard way. Understand?

Churchill sensed he was speaking into a void, and years later he wrote of that debate, 'I felt a sensation of despair. To be so entirely convinced and vindicated in a matter of life and death to one's country, and not to be able to make Parliament and the nation heed the warning, or bow to the proof by taking action, was an experience most painful.

If blue helmeted UN peacekeepers show up in your town or village and offer to protect you, run.

The maltreated child cries 'I hurt.' Unheard or unheeded, that cry becomes prophecy.

Three sheets in the wind', Giles, the sign of nautical distress in the absence of naval signals.

It may turn out,' said the white-haired man a moment later, 'that their comrades or cronies may ask what befell these evil men. Tell them the Wolf bit them. The White Wolf. And add that they should keep glancing over their shoulders. One day they'll look back and see the Wolf.' When

My choice...I'll tell you, Phillipa, what I've chosen. I won't allow you to involve Ciri in your dirty machinations. I am warning you. Whoever dares harm Ciri will end up like those four lying there. I won't swear an oath. I have nothing by which to swear. I simply warn you. You accused me of being a bad guardian, that I don't know how to protect the child. I will protect her. As best I can. I will kill. I will kill mercilessly...

May I warn you in advance," said Geralt, "that my swords are protected by powerful spells. Only witchers can touch them; others will have their vitality drained away. It mainly manifests in the loss of male potency. I'm talking about sexual enfeeblement. Absolute and permanent.

And as regards haste,' he added philosophically, 'the impression that time is quickly running out is customarily a warning signal enjoining one to reduce the pace, and proceed slowly and with due prudence.' Geralt