Quotes About Danger

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

As a lifelong practitioner of martial arts, I'm trained to remain calm in the face of adversity and danger.

I live through risk. Without risk there is no art. You should always be on the edge of a cliff about to fall down and break your neck.

It isn't only art that is incompatible with happiness, it's also science. Science is dangerous, we have to keep it most carefully chained and muzzled.

I always imagine that I want to make art that is going to kill you,whether it's going to do it visually or physically, I'll take either way.

The best came from my martial arts teacher, who also taught Elvis. He said, Your ego will get you killed.

D'Artagnan, my friend, thou art brave, thou art prudent, thou hast excellent qualities, but- women will destroy thee!" -D'Artagnan

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

The truth echoed in her head. On the same day she met him, he had tried to kill her. Her mate.

It was frightening to realize how fast things could go wrong.

dangers of her past. She cared about what he provided in an otherwise dangerous world. "Russia is a hard place," she said quietly, "or it used to be. I think it still is for most people. The strong ones like Vladimir survive and climb out, and he pulled me out with him. The others don't make it, and many of them die. I might have been one of those." "You gave up your freedom for all that," he said, still

A broad coalition meant that there would be greater demands for the creation of pluralist political institutions. Without some sort of pluralism, there would be a danger that one of the diverse interests would usurp power at the expense of the rest.

If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.

but you were a fool to bring that pider into this house

Quick! Head for the ground floor! We have to get out! We will die if we stay! The vampires are here! Haven't you got a hug for me, Larten, old buddy?

It's a bit like the feeling I get when I'm standing on a cliff or high building, looking down at a suicidal drop. I start thinking about what would happen if I stepped off, the rush of the fall, the shattering collision, the quiet emptiness of death. Part of me wants to experience the thrill of complete surrender...

First of all, he said, with a sly smile, we have to kill you!

Who's going to help me and Bec kick some Shadow ass? -Page 172

In the Demonata's universe there was always something else to kill.

They're going to demand your death, Darren.

Did you hear it? Just about, I said, trembling nervously. That's not good enough. She frowned. Just about will kill you.

This is crazy. We're standing here, talking about nuclear bombs being dropped on Carcery Vale. It's insane.

Cars frighten me. They look vicious. Growling, screeching, fast-moving assassins. -Bec

I was silenced by a bone-shattering roar. Turning, I saw a huge, dark bear lurching over the top of a snow-drift. It landed heavily, shook its snout, snarled, fixed its gaze on me — then lunged, teeth flashing, claws exposed, hell-bent on tearing me apart!