Quotes About Danger

For a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. The best thing, he knew, was to love just a little bit; everything, just a little bit, so when they broke its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one.

Nothing was out there that this sister-girl did not provide in abundance: a racing heart, dreaminess, society, danger, beauty. She swallowed twice to prepare for the telling, to construct out of the strings she had heard all her life a net to hold beloved.

More awful than the fear of danger was the fear of looking foolish—of being excited when others were laid back—of being somehow manipulated

I had become conscious of my physicality, aware of my presence and open to the ugly truths of the world. At the age of thirteen, I realised that there was a danger in innocence and beauty, and I could not live with both.

If we find ourselves tempted to celebrate one approach over the other, we should remember the caution of the Chinese sage Confucius, who told his followers, "Study without thinking and you are blind; think without studying and you are in danger."       Formal

That's blackmail on top of attempted murder, Kye. I can officially kill you

Roman might have survived the Great Vampire War of 1710, but he was about to face an even worse terror. A mortal female in full rage.

I want to find the murderer too. I don't like having my journeys interrupted by chloroform.

You've been making a regular habit of flinging yourself in front of bullets," she remarked amiably. "It's really not a good custom. Curb this tendency to self-immolation.

not the dead ye have to be concerned about! Beware of the Living!

His dad had always told him that the red-faced were blusterers, not to be taken seriously. 'But if you see a bloke who's pale and shaking, son,' Bert's father had instructed, 'then run like blazes, because he might flamin' kill you.

Her Beretta was holstered in her garter worn high on her thigh, under the shapeless blue dress. She had donned shoes in which she could run. The high heels had done their work and could be presented to the poor, assuming that they wanted to court a broken ankle along with their other problems. Along her forearm, covered by the loose sleeve, her throwing knife was strapped. Phryne, as a helpless victim, was a complete failure.

Si bien en el presente el pasado ya ha sucedido, es preciso extremar la prudencia para no poner en peligro lo presente a través de lo pasado al hacerlo presente>>

A weapon can usually be turned against you, if you don't know how to use it.

Don't be scared," said a voice behind me. Those must certainly fall into the category of Famous Last Words, the sort that are the last thing you hear before your death. (Along with "it isn't loaded" and "he only wants to play.") Of course I was terrible scared.

If we were in a film, the villain would turn out to be the least-expected person. But as we aren't in a film, i'd go for the character who tried to strangle you.

Es heißt auch immer, dass der Verstand in Augenblicken höchster Gefahr am besten arbeitet und einem glasklare Einfälle schenkt. Aber das war bei mir ebenso wenig der Fall.

Yet even as the possibility that all conflicts might yield to skilled application of technical knowledge assuaged the popular imagination, some scholars and analysts were sounding alarms about the dangers of a culture-free conception of conflict. And we began to push back against the received view that conflicts required only mechanically technical solutions.

The psychopath emerges as anything up to five times more likely to beat, rape, kill, or mutilate his way back behind bars.

I have a feeling we're mooning a mean junkyard dog, all brave and laughing - until the dog's leash breaks

There is a psychological theory that says human beings operate according to three natural motivations: 1. to obtain rewards and recognition 2. to avoid pain and danger 3. to get even

Search his car for the bomb! He's got a logic bomb!

the murder rate in the mines was horrendous—an annual rate of 506.6 homicides per 100,000 population in Sonora, for example, in 1850–51, which is fifty times the national homicide rate of 1999.

had never wanted kids, because I had never wanted a man to give me a kid. The thought of it, gross; the expectation of it. But if a hole in the sky opened up and two weird children fell to Earth, smashing into the ground like meteroites, then that was something I could care for. If it gleamed like it was radiating danger, I'd hold it. I would. "Are