Quotes About Danger

Gavin de Becker was talking about in his insightful book, The Gift of Fear.

Now, in the living of my life, I've killed deadly men and dangerous animals and made love to four Chinese women, all of them on the same night and in the same wagon bed, and one of them with a wooden leg, which made things a mite difficult from time to time.

Certainly there were gars in there that had bitten children and pulled swimming dogs under for their afternoon meals. They didn't call the big ones alligator gar for nothing. Six feet long, lean and vicious, they were the barracudas of fresh water, beasts with angry racial memories of lost prehistoric seas. And

A moment later, she and The Little Guy disappear into the trees. I didn't know exactly what was going on. I thought maybe she was going to eat him in privacy, because it had crossed my mind to do just that. There wouldn't have been a lot of preparation and very little hair to spit out. Just swing him by the feet, whack him on a rock, and a hot dinner was served.

Just give the switch a quick flick. First time I turned it on, I managed to touch the wire instead of the switch and got lit up well enough I damn near sucked my panties up through my asshole. I could taste them in my mouth.

I have nightmares about it now. I probably will for months. And I think …" She shook her head. "… what if it isn't over? What if the Sickness that Darth Scabrous created … got out somehow?

Scopique leaned in close. "Lord Scabrous." "What about him?" "If he is abducting students for his own purposes," Scopique said, "then someone needs to find out who might be next.

Keeping the gun pointed at her, I flipped the safety off. All at once I could hear the noise of the city, the traffic pulsing on the expressway, the subways roaring under the sidewalks, millions of people out talking and driving around, living their lives. I smelled coffee and cigarettes and perfume and wet trees, tasted it in the air. It was all incredibly alive, like my heart and lungs working on overload, resonating in my chest and pounding through my skull.

Sometimes I feel as if mountains have become an addiction, the pleasure gone, the compulsion to partake remaining. Rarely blessed with the enjoyment of the moment, I had come to realise the satisfaction of going to the limit, physically and mentally, of dipping into danger and exhaustion, of returning full of enthusiasm for life and appreciation for every part of existence.

I don't know what can be so dangerous about giving people hope.

But electricity used the wrong way can be very dangerous.

Civilians and pop-culture psychologists talk as though achieving bravery is the end of the journey. It's not, it's the beginning. And after learning bravery, you must learn to deal with pain. Because after true bravery, there's always pain." Lisbeth's smile turned sad. "Unless you die." Trace nodded. "Yes. Unless you die. Bravery is dangerous. Cowards live longer.

Join the Fleet, travel the galaxy, meet interesting new people and kill them.

I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.

We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricane or a burning building. I'd rather die terrified than live forever.

I love you the way a knife loves a heart, the way a bomb loves a crowd; the way your mother warned you about, essentially.

The light at the end of the tunnel is another train heading straight for you.

When answering the question "Who won?" "Peter. Damn mutant cyborg. He can run the fastest. I guess that's a good thing, since when people are trying to blow you up or put bullets in your ass, being fast is important." Lucas in Controlled Response

He was taught to focus on more than one thing at once, so he didn't have to tell her to stop to get her home safely. Not unless her hand dropped to his cock, in which case they might have a real problem. They didn't really cover cock teasing in combination with combat driving.

Parents beware! Your children . . . are being introduced to a new danger in the form of a drugged cigarette, marijuana. Young [people] are slaves to this narcotic, continuing addiction until they deteriorate mentally, become insane, [and] turn to violent crime and murder.

Die Gefahr[...] ist die poetische Ballfrisur der Liebe, und die hat sie auch höchst nöthig, denn in der Schlafhaub'n der Alltäglichkeit nimmt sich diese Himmelstochter miserabel aus.

Nothing is more dangerous than solitude.

Fortunately a human being can comprehend only a certain degree of unhappiness; anything beyond it destroys him or leaves him cold. There are situations in which fear and hope become one and the same, cancel one another out, and lose themselves in a dark insensateness. How else could we know the people we love best to be in continual danger and yet go on with our daily lives as usual?

Fools and wise-folk are alike harmless. It is the half-wise, and the half-foolish, who are the most dangerous.