Quotes About Danger

It had worked. She understood. Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers. And as she'd grown up, that list had just gotten longer and longer.

His gaze was heat across her cheeks, her lips. It was touch. His eyes were hypnotic, his brows black and velvet. He was copper and shadow, honey and menace, the severity of knife-blade cheekbones and a widow's peak like the point of a dagger.

And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers.

If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it's real.

De Chicago a Nueva York, de Londres a Pekín, de los dioramas de vida animal de los museos, de las fauces congeladas en un gruñido de leones y perros salvajes, de las mandíbulas de dragones de Komodo, pitones reales y lobos árticos disecados, la muchacha, el fantasma… estaba robando dientes.

Let's just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren't going to eat us, are they?" No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, "I don't think so. But try not to look delicious, okay?" She was rewarded with a snort from Zuzana. "That poses a problem, seeing as how we are totally delicious.

Judging from the array of swords and axes and daggers and bows and other implements of killing and dismemberment that they carried around, she gathered that manual dexterity was an imperative. The better to kill you with, my dears.

Do you know what they're called? They're the Shadows That Live, Zuze. They're assassins." "Like me," said Zuzanna cheerfully.

It was like fighting a tide, and in the fight was the same terror: of being swept into deep water, beyond all safety.

Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers. And as she'd grown up, that list had just gotten longer and longer.

She felt light as air and bright as danger.

Man, it seems, is not able to bear the languid rest on Nature's bosom, and when the trumpet sounds the signal of danger, he hastens to join his comrades, no matter what the cause that calls him to arms. He rushes into the thickest of the fight, and amid the uproar of the battle regains confidence in himself and his powers.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

Jem shook his head. "You bit de Quincey" he said. "You fool. He's a VAMPIRE" "I had no choice" said Will " He was choking me" "I know" Jem said. " But really Will, AGAIN?

Why are you always trying to get yourself killed?" "It's my job." "It's a hazard of your job. At least for most Shadowhunters. For you it seems to be the purpose.

Isabelle looked at him thoughtfully. "Did you seriously jump thirty feet out of a Malachi Configuration? Did he, Alec?" "He did," Alec confirmed. "I've never seen anything like it." "I've never seen anything like this." Jace lifted a ten-inch dagger from the floor. One of Isabelle's pink brassiers was spread on the wickedly sharp tip. Isabelle snached it off, scowling.

Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law." Tessa thrust the book away from her as if it were on fire. "You can't be serious." "You're right. I'm not." Will leapt down from the ladder and landed lightly in front of her. "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Do I seem unusually trustworthy to you, or are you just a naive sort?

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

You're a public menace. You shouldn't be allowed out on your own.

Emma's gaze went from Alec to Jace, curious. "Do you worry about him?" she asked Alec, surprising a laugh out of him. "All the time," he said. "Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.

I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?" He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. "No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.

Are you trying to get run over by a cab?" "Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood.

Trust. It is like placing a blade in someone's hand and setting the very point to your heart.