Quotes About Safety

Auto rotation is practiced over and over when learning to fly helicopters. It is the prime life-saving maneuver, and it is an enormous amount of fun to do. To accomplish a perfect auto rotation, landing like a feather and right on the mark, is another pure joy of flying. So if you lose your only engine while flying, hope you are in a helicopter rather than an airplane. Your odds of a safe landing are infinitely greater.

The HTX-20 isn't' supposed to explode unless it gets bumped around too much. Right, Badger? Mal pressed. That's right. Or gets wet or hot or all that other gubbins. We went over it, didn't we? You need a refresher course? No, it's just that crate got bumped. How do we know things are still all right? Badger looked at him as if Mal was the stupid one. We're not dead. Hard to argue with that.

The Truant is no longer on the wanted list, sir. Minimal collateral casualties.

He warned that those "who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.

Most cars drove through there because the drivers is either from The Bottom and wanna get home - or they ain't from The Bottom and wanna get home in one piece.

The sea is a dangerous place for a woman," said Mr. Chadwick, nodding. "So is dry land," said Chloe.

Gazzy: What does that mean? (points to metal plaque warning to stay off the third rail that said Stay off the third rail!) Fang: It means the third rail has seven hundred volts of direct current running through it. Touch it and you're human popcorn.

Do we have any chlorine? It seems to be kind of explosive when mixed with other stuff. Like what, your socks? No, we don't have chlorine. No swimming pool.

Jeez, was that a lion? Please tell me it's behind bars." "It's a zoo, Iggy," Nudge said, taking his arms and leading him. "Everything's behind bars.

Gazzy: What does that mean? (points to metal plaque warning to stay off the third rail that said Stay off the third rail!) Fang: It means the third rail has seven hundred volts of direct current running through it. Touch it and you're human popcorn. "Okay," I said. "Good tip. Everyone stay off the third rail. Then I shot Fang a look that said, Thank you for that lovely image. He almost grinned at me.

It's, like, a safety bomb." -Iggy

As a maternal figure, I always try to keep the flock safe, of course. But I admit, it did my heart proud to see the instant blood-lust pop into Gazzy's blue eyes and to see little Angel automatically tense up and get into fighting stance, ready to rip someone's head off. They were just so — so dang adorable, sometimes.

I gave him a kick and he stepped back onto the third rail. Exploding, flaming eraser! This is why moms tell you to stay away from the third rail, but it sure came in handy this time.

Better paranoid then sorry.

A lot healthier than getting socked in the stomach. Especially if you had a big breakfast.

FYI, car crashes kill way more kids than cancer does. Those crosses you see on the side of the highway, the little white ones hung with fading silk flowers? They're for people my age. ("People who were texting," my dad liked to remind me—because he never wanted to blame Budweiser for anything.)

I had questioned God. I had thought that I was so special, I could hold God to account. And why? I had never been promised, ever, that life would be safe and have a happy ending for myself and those I knew and loved, if only I had faith in Him. A

Tell her parents they made a big mistake calling the police. Call off the dogs," said the caller, "or we'll hurt Madison. Permanently. If you back off, she'll stay alive and well, but either way, the Tylers will never see their daughter

That's the problem with stun guns, even an expensive eighty-thousand-volt Tensor. They don't always bring down a big man. Especially a crazed one with a sense of purpose.

Make firebombs—for our protection only.

Plus, if I can wax philosophical for a paragraph, there's an even more fundamental principle involved here, and it apples to everything from what you decide to do for a living, to making an omelette, which is that there is nothing so consistently dangerous, not to mention more likely to mess with your head and leave you muttering into your beer, than playing it safe.

Yeah. It's just too fricking easy to steal a child. Perv says, 'Want to see my puppy?' Kid toddles over. Perv drags the kid inside and takes off. No witness. No evidence. And now," I said, "the long wait for a phone call… that never comes.

Maybe he's being too cautious, but that's like saying there's too much bacon.

the safety back on, and unloaded it, popping the round from the chamber. I slipped the magazine into my pocket and the gun into the glove box. "Hey, I—" "Just don't," I said. She threw her hands up and huffed a huge sigh.