Quotes About Danger

Even in the midst of all this commotion she knows none of it really belongs to her, and marvels at the strange fact of her dearest wish: to be part of it, to give in to it's distractions, to find herself the owner of a life lived rather than a life endured. And then she looks into the face of Mother #3, worn smooth and almost featureless, with moist eyes that can't seem to settle on anything for more than a heartbeat at a time, and she knows this is a very dangerous wish.

To add to the difficulties and dangers of the time, masses of sea-fog came drifting inland. White, wet clouds, which swept by in ghostly fashion, so dank and damp and cold that it needed but little effort of imagination to think that the spirits of those lost at sea were touching their living brethren with the clammy hands of death, and many a one shuddered at the wreaths of sea-mist swept by.

His face fell, and I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killing.

The man is an undeveloped homicidal maniac.

The idea of forty precious volumes being taken into a country in a state of war where they might get burnt, blown up, drowned or dusty was almost too horrible to contemplate. Mr Norrell did not know a great deal about war, but he suspected that soldiers are not generally your great respecters of books. They might put their dirty fingers on them. They might tear them! They might – horror of horrors! – read them and try the spells! Could soldiers read? Mr Norrell did not know.

Luchar por una idea sin tener una idea de uno mismo es una de las cosas más peligrosas que se pueden hacer.

You okay?" Rick asked, as he helped her into the back seat of Ripton's Mercedes and then went around the other side to join her. "I'm okay. I got shot again." "It was a graze. Again." "You're just jealous because you've only been roughed up a couple of times." She patted his thigh. "Someone will shoot you eventually. I'm sure of it." "Mm-hm. Probably you." "Probably.

You have business here?' the gruff voice asked. Rafe didn't relish the thought of a musket ball piercing his heart. His mother, and scads of London ladies, would be terribly upset.

Cambodia is the most heavily mined country on earth, with 4 to 8 million land mines, according to one estimate.

There he found his two youngest daughters unconscious. Wet, cold, and mesmerized with terror, the other members of the family had forgotten about the two girls and were actually sitting on them—they had nearly suffocated.

Although pigs are generally good-natured, more people are killed each year by pigs than by sharks.

Approaching his cottage By crooked detour, He hears the gruff knocking Of the wolf at the door. His wife and his children Hang riddled with shot, There's a hex on the cradle And death in the pot.

If a little knowledge is dangerous, where is the man ( sic ) who has so much as to be out of danger?

It's a chore for a fellow to fear for his life more than once in an evening.

Harry has crossed the frontier Beyond which safety and danger have a different meaning. And he cannot return. That is his privilege. For those who live in this world, this world only

For him the death is now only on this side, For him, danger and safety have another meaning.

Ho! We are being taunted by some sort of otherworldly fireflies. Someone fetch me my rifle!

During its timeless hours of movement and inspection, as it floated on the number-winds and learned from their shape and force, it had become aware of something else, something so far from the conceptual map of the environment it had originally been given as to briefly constitute a new danger to the Nemesis program's logical integrity.

The ants are bad The Bear the ants?Tahir Do not be fooled. They look very small, so harm you don't think of then at all. Then years. Then one day you wake up, and your home has fallen down. Osman.

The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it.

I was no longer troubled when he pulled out a machete in a crowded bar, tried to pick up schoolgirls, or threatened to scalp us, then rip off our heads and scoop out our brains.

Do not stand in a place of danger trusting in miracles.

Evvy: Is she going to eat Jooba-hooba? She looks like she's going to bite him, at least. Briar: No — if she bit him, he'd die.

We'll be chopped up before you can say 'King Maggot'.