Quotes About Danger

Remember, losing one pint of blood's an accident. Losing two is carelessness.

There's no time in a woman's life that isn't dangerous, and that's just a fact of life.

He sounded oddly calm. "It's risky." My arm is in the mouth of a sphinx that's only a moment from ripping it from the socket. Risky sounds quite safe , Wolfe thought, but he didn't say it. Too many words. "Tell me!" "Work your arm free," Jess said. "Run. Make for the Minotaur. If you can make them fight each other—" Risky wasn't the right word for it. Suicidal was far more on point.

She'd never really been afraid of the dark, but dark wasn't really dark most of the time.... There were stars, moonlight, distant streetlights. This was pitch-black, take-no-prisoners dark, and she had the ice-cold feeling that anything could be right next to her, reaching out for her, and she'd never see it coming.

Another thing I don't want on my tombstone, Shane said. You have others? Claire asked. He held up one finger. I thought it wasn't loaded, Shane said. Second finger. Hand me a match so I can check the gas tank. Third finger. Killed over ice cream. Basically, any death that requires me to be stupid first.

Yes," Gwen agrees. "We're going to kill him. It's the only way to be sure the kids are safe.

Being hunted by a city full of zombies might have seemed like a relief in some ways- at least you knew whom to run from, and whom to run toward.

Danger is a state of mind. Farzad informs me. Conquer it, and you ride heaven.

Daily I walk a high wire, always in danger of losing my balance. The essence of my life is supernatural, which I must respect if I am to make the best use of my gift. Yet I live in the rational world and am subject to its laws. The temptation is to be guided entirely by impulses of an otherworldly origin-but in this world a long fall will always end in a hard impact.

He's got a chloroform-soaked rag in one hand, and before Judy realizes what's happening, the dude is all over her like fat on cheese.

When balancing a bottle of nitroglycerin on the point of a sword, never complicate the task by trying to tap dance.

I warned myself against the danger of compassion in this case. How easy it would be to imagine the traumas of childhood that might have deformed her into the moral monster she had become, and then to convince myself that those traumas could be balanced - and their effects reversed - by sufficient acts of kindness.

The greatest danger, of course, was to believe that I was equal to them, because assurance can morph into arrogance that Death loves to prove unfounded.

Belief and trust, twined together, can meet any danger.

Perhaps extreme danger strips us of all pretenses, all ambitions, all confusions, focusing us more intensely than we are otherwise ever focused, so that we remember what we otherwise spend most of our lives forgetting: that our nature and purpose is, more than anything else, to love and to make love, to take joy from the beauty of the world, to live with an awareness that the future is not as real a place for any of us as are the present and the past.

Get out of here while you can. She's crazier than a syphilitic suicide bomber with mad-cow disease.

Some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.

In a world of rampant lying, where so many lies are used to inflame passions and justify false grievances, the indiscriminate pursuit of justice leads sooner or later to insanity, mass murder, and the ruin of entire civilizations. Therefore, those who wish to punish the current and future generations for the unequities of a generation long gone, and who equate justice with revenge, are the most dangerous people in the world.

Except for the lack of enormous insects, suffocating humidity, malaria victims groaning in death throes, poisonous vipers as thick as mosquitoes, and rabid jungle cats madly devouring their own feet, you would have sworn you were in the Amazon rainforest.

A FRIGHTENED, ANGRY, FOUR-HUNDRED-POUND, antisocial chef with a combat shotgun never leads to anything good.

The stairs creaked. They always creaked when creaking could lead to your death, and they never creaked when creaking didn't matter.

The quarry will be armed with a nine-millimeter Glock featuring a ten-round magazine.

It's a war. Mistake a war for an adventure, you won't live long.

Pathoformic.