Quotes About Danger

You aren't worried are you? Why should I be worried? It's just another day in the neighborhood. You know - bombs, fires, people shooting at you. Why should I be worried? Especially since we could be clothes shopping or boarding a plane. I'm not in the least worried. Hmmm, he mused allowed. I read about this in the relationship manual. It's called womanly sarcasm and usually means a man is in deep trouble.

For Lily, there was only her phantom lover, bold enough, arrogant enough, crazy enough to dare follow her here when he was in far more danger than she could ever be.

It was dangerous to go back, at least for him, to even think of those days when he was too young and had no way to save the dying. He could only whisper to them, tell them not to be afraid, and that someday, he would avenge them.

She touched his jaw with gentle fingers. Promise me you will never leave me like that again.Next time let me go with you. Her eyes were eloquent, pleading, so much so that he had to look away. Do not ask me for what I cannot give you. I would give you the moon if you asked, cherie , but I cannot allow you to place yourself in danger.Not for any reason.Not even to help me.

He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He'd walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.

Jackson caught Elle's arms and dragged her back against him, pressing his mouth to her ear. Stop now, Elle, or I swear I'll knock you out. You aren't killing yourself over him. Stop now, damn it. Elle slumped against him. Don't let my sisters touch me. Too dangerous. And I can't bear if they feel what I feel. Promise me. Blood pumped out of her nose. Only you, Jackson, no one else. Swear it or I keep going. Jackson closed his eyes. I swear it, Elle.

Ryland lifted his head, his steel gray eyes as cold as ice. Menacing. He didn't try to hide the danger he represented. They had created him, they had betrayed him, and he wanted them to be afraid. There was tremendous satisfaction in knowing they were…and that they had reason to be.

She wanted the one thing he knew he would never be able to give her: the freedom to join him in his battles. The thought of Savannah in any kind of danger robbed him of the very air he breathed.Gregori was at a loss. For all his knowledge, all his power, he was unable to say the right thing to make it better for her.

She felt Stefano's body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn't know.

He was hunting. She knew all about hunting. She lived by hunting. Now she was the prey. Something perverse in her loved that.

He was waiting and she had to answer. Take that last irrevocable step. [...] She'd do whatever was necessary, but it had to be the right thing, no mistakes. What she was doing was very, very dangerous, but she had no choice.

Who is this idiot, Jess? He's willing to kill you and rape a woman, but doesn't want to hurt a minor. Is he kidding? Criminals have to have some standards, baby. Jess sounded amused.

Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're proposing to me with a carload of assassins approaching?

We're going to climb out. Straight up, honey. Whitney's boys aren't going to shoot you or Sebastian." "Are you out of your mind? We're going to go up a rope into a helicopter with the backwash from the blades, sharpshooters taking potshots, and a baby?" He grinned at her. "Sounds like a fun date, doesn't it?

His mouth found each of her eyelids, then drifted down her cheek to the corner of her lips. Don't protest. Just listen to me. I'v thought about this for a long time. Your life is in danger. You've accepted that, and you're willing to chance our love. But I couldn't live with your death at my hands. I can't, Isabella. He kissed her mouth, her soft, pliant lips, drawing strength from her, her endless courage becoming his.

Ashe couldn't help the way her heart beat faster. Danger. Why did she find herself running right toward it all the time? What was it about adrenaline that made her such an addict? She wanted to feel this way, exhilarated, alive and not quite safe. It was playing with fire, and she knew better.

There would be no saving herself from the consequences of falling in love with Ice.

Let him try to take on Torpedo Ink. He'll realize he has a tiger by the tail.

I was always in danger. Always. I felt every minute of the day that I was walking a tightrope and any moment I was going to fall. Part of me just wanted it over.

Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're proposing to me with a carload of assassins approaching?" "Potential assassins." He gave her a small, heart-wrenching smile. "Say yes. You know you cannot possibly resist me. Say yes.

Could she give herself to him? She knew two things about him. He was a man with a strict code of honor, and he was a very dangerous man capable of swift violence.

She took a slow look around her at Stefano's siblings. All of them stood as still as statues. Beautiful, gorgeous specimens of human beings, tough and dangerous, waiting for her signal, completely prepared to protect her at any cost.

Gregori hit the door with the palm of his hand, splintering the heavy oak, staying well to the side of the entrance. A shotgun blast was loud, echoing into the night. The trap could have been sprung by any one of the villagers. "That will bring the good citizens running," Gregori said drily.

Are you all right?" he asked gently. "No. I'm never going to be all right again," she said, meaning it. "Jesse, I was looking for normal. I don't think that's what this is. This is obsession, addiction, something crazy. We could kill each other." He rubbed his mouth over her neck. "There's so much more. I could spend days, weeks, showing you more." "I wouldn't survive more," she said