Quotes About Danger

I would never exhange safety for freedom, regardless or the danger. I had the right to risk my life as I chose. -Chapter 21, page 247

The Past Our cradle, not our prison there is danger as well as appeal in its glamor. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repitition.

Y ella se abandona a la corriente de la lectura como al único acto de vida posible en un mundo donde no queda sino arena árida sobre capas de betún oleoso y peligro de muerte por razón de Estado y reparto de fuentes de energía...

I have dizzy spells when I least expect them, even if there is no danger in sight…Altitude or depth makes no difference…if I gaze at the sky at night, and I think of the distance of the stars…Or even in the daytime…if I were to lie down here, for example, with my eyes facing up, my head would swim…" And she points to the clouds passing swiftly, driven by the wind. She speaks of her head swimming as of a temptation that somehow attracts her.

Il vino è un grande pericolo specie perchè non porta a galla la verità. Tutt'altro che la verità anzi: rivela dell'individuo specialmente la sua attuale volontà; getta capricciosamente alla luce anche tutte le ideuccie con le quali in epoca più o meno recente ci si baloccò e che si sono dimenticate; trascura le cancellature e legge tutto quello ch'è ancora percettibile nel nostro cuore.

idea of a husband who could be killed any moment made

However selective the conscious mind may be, most biological memories are unpleasant ones, echoes of danger and terror. Nothing endures for so long as fear.

The Eye Linc was watching shot upward twenty feet in a convulsive jerk, hung there for an instant, then started a wobbling decent. There were two holes in it. It skimmed the heads of the men, coming for Linc's group. Tears streamed out of the corners of it, dripping to the ground like a trail of rain. And as it neared Linc, blood started to come, seeping from the holes, mixed with fluid.

It is sometimes as dangerous to be run into by a microbe as by a trolley car.

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus [never tickle a sleeping dragon]

The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.

I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed—or worse, expelled.

You know, Mr. Dodge, as you go along in this life you gonna find dat they's night riders, and then they's mobs. Them night-ridin' bastards is dangerous. Most times they cover their faces and do they evil from behind the safety of a mask. Secrecy makes them right audacious, sometimes. But a mob has a face.

For example, if you feel threatened, the mind instantly digs up memories of when you felt endangered in the past, so that you can spot similarities and find a way of escaping.

It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.

DROP THE GUN!" "DROP THE FREAKIN' GUN!" "PUT IT DOWN, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL BLOW YOUR FOOL HEAD—" "—WHERE I CAN SEE THEM, PUT YOUR HANDS UP—" "—AND DON'T MOVE OR—" "—GROUND! ON THE GROUND, MOVE!

What if it wasn't the guy from the bar? What if it was some freak out looking to whack some chick off because his mommy didn't make him buttered toast and cut it into fun shapes when he was a kid?

If someone has a gun and is trying to kill you, it would be reasonable to shoot back with your own gun.

The two first facts which a healthy boy or girl feels about sex are these: first that it is beautiful and then that it is dangerous. . . . [A]ll

Poison. One of the greats.

EXTERMINATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

No emotion was supposed to cross the great divide of class. Affection could erase all hierarchy; in this was the danger, and the delight.

On that lonely road they looked like mirror images of each other. Perhaps each of them thought of real communication as unnecessary, words divide by multiplying, what was certain was the oneness underneath the words. But now they refrain from talking because it might reveal to them how dangerously unlike one another they are. An image in a mirror is a reversal, the reflection and the original are joined but might cancel each other out.