Quotes About Danger

All the way from Chiapas to Chihuahua, they cling to the tops of the cars. The train has earned the name La Bestia because that journey is a mission of terror in every way imaginable. Violence and kidnapping are endemic along the tracks, and apart from the criminal dangers, migrants are also maimed or killed every day when they fall from the tops of the trains. Only the poorest and most destitute of people attempt to travel this way.

She knows how dangerous it is to trust anyone on La Bestia. There are thugs and rapists and thieves and narcos hidden in the ranks of la policía in every town, but it's not only the police who deserve their suspicion. It's every single person they meet—shopkeepers, food vendors, humanitarians, children, priests, even their fellow migrants.

It's a common tactic for bad actors to ride the trains posing as migrants, working to gain the trust of unsuspecting travelers, so they can lure them into a secluded place where they can commit some violence against them.

Somebody told me, before we got on the train," he says, "if you fall, if you see your arm or your leg getting sucked under there, you have a split second to decide whether or not to put your head in there too." The young man blinks into the camera. "I made the wrong choice," he says.

I prefer liberty with danger than peace with slavery.

Indeed, theological discourse offers its strange jubilation only to the strict extent that it permits and, dangerously, demands of it wokman that he speak beyond his means, precisely because he does not speak of himself. Hence the danger of a speech that, in a sense, speaks against the one who lends himself to it. One must obtain forgiveness for every essay in theology. In all senses.

You can't prepare for everything life's going to throw at you. And you can't avoid danger. It's there. The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll out on all the adventure.

No one wants to stumble into gates on moonless nights to trip in holes dug by dogs, but Maria finds more beauty than danger in night.

It's your call. You want to go back home, go ahead. But if I were you, I wouldn't. Home is death.

The Bank Robbers Mr

First, local guides were engaged, and all three—Frank Carson, Les Hibble, and Sam Thompson—warned that the planned ramble was far riskier than the Northern men realized, even before the campers reached the massive Everglades. The region between Fort Myers and the 'Glades was prowled by panthers and bears. The panthers lurked in the brush and made sounds like babies crying. If you were fooled and went to look, you would be attacked.

You and your group of nerds fall into a pit and it's full of dynamite and you blow up. The End.

You think Nature is some Disney movie Nature is a killer. Nature is a bitch. It's feeding time out there 24 hours a day, every step that you take is a gamble with death. If it isn't getting hit with lightning today, it's an earthquake tomorrow or some deer tick carrying Lime disease. Either way, you're ending up on the wrong end of the food chain.

Murdoch's gun was the only thing in my life, the only thing worth living for. It gets like that sometimes, with instruments of death.

As he looked back at the fiery cascade, Gentry covered Nancy with his arms and chest to protect her from the burning bats.

Stay quiet or the last sound you'll hear is your brain exiting through your eye sockets. It's sort of a bang/slurp sound. Trust me, you wouldn't like it.

If you purposely get other people involved that you're not supposed to, that'll cost you Gary's life, too. Understand?

WILDERNESS SURVIVAL TIP! Ninety-seven percent of our nation's ponds are filled to the top with piranha, which can skeletonize a cow in seconds. If you value your cow, don't shove it into a pond.

My tombstone: Andrew Mayhem. He survived knives, chainsaws, guns, and being buried alive. Then the dumbass drank poison.

I don't trust you! You're not trustworthy! No knife!" Dave held the tip of the knife above the tarantula. "I'm gonna poke it! Don't move!" I froze. Dave winced and clutched at his eye with his free hand. "Ow! The eggshell is still there!

They both had sub-machine guns. Yes, actual sub-machine guns. I couldn't believe it.

Are you sure we can trust him?" I ask. "How do we know he's not an axe-murderer?" "I hope he is. Axe-murdering would be a useful skill.

The kitchen lights came on, revealing two goons behind the bald guy. Younger guys who were also dressed entirely in black. The one on the left had one of those ridiculous curved collectors' knives, the kind they sell on the Home Shopping Network that looked like they're used to skin buffalo. Glinting in the overhead florescence, it didn't look ridiculous at all. His partner had opted for the maniac implement de jour—a sixteen inch chainsaw.

Hi. I'm here to murder you. May I come in?