Quotes About Caution

Beware of your habits. The better they are the more surely they will be your undoing.

That's what comes of hungering for something; you forget to check if it's rotten before you gobble it down

Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs. What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after you've fallen, even after you know how painful it is, you'd still get in line to do it again.

Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it.

She thought of something her mother had told her when she'd finally broken up with one of her most dysfunctional boyfriends. When a man tells you he's going to hurt you, believe it. They always warn you and they're always right.

Be bold, be bold, but not too bold. Be good, but not too good. Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be honest, but not too honest. Maybe no one got lucky. Maybe it was too hard.

You can't go around making plans that have you getting killed as a by-product. Eventually one of them is going to work .

You're mortal," he informs me. In his other hand, he's carrying an empty goblet, tipped over absently, as though he's forgotten he still carries it. "It's not safe for you here. Especially if you go around stabbing everyone.

Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do." "We all know what you'd do, though, don't we?

I could probably fake setting someone on fire... After last year I figured I'd better be prepared. - Sam

That's really paranoid," I say admiringly. "I'm going with that.

She shook her head. The more she thought about it, the more stupid she felt. She was probably infected, but that didn't mean she should have tempted him into making it a sure thing. And, hungry as he was, crazy as he might be, he could have drained her dead, pinned her against the brick wall, and ripped out her throat. She'd been playing with fire, just as he'd accused Midnight of doing. Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

Be bold, be bold, but not too bold, lest that your heart's blood should run cold.

When a man tells you he's going to hurt you, believe it. They always warn you and they're always right.

He might not want to hurt me, but that doesn't mean he won't.

You're mortal,' he informs me. In his other hand, he's carrying an empty goblet, tipped over absently, as though he's forgotten he still carries it. 'It's not safe for you here. Especially if you go around stabbing everyone.

All stories are lessons. Fairy tales have a moral: Stay on the path. Don't trust wolves. Don't steal things, not even things you think no normal person would care about. Share your food but don't trust people who want to share their food with you; don't eat their shiny red apples, nor their candy houses, nor any of it. Be nice, always nice, and polite to everyone: kings and beggars, witches and wounded bears. Don't break a promise. Be bold, be bold, but not too bold.

I keep my head down, as I probably should have done in the first place. And if I curse Cardan, then I have to curse myself, too, for being the fool who walked right into the trap he set for me.

That's what comes of hungering for something. You forget to check if it's rotten before you gobble it down.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

But I was very, very lucky, and it was a wake up call as far as motorbikes are concerned. I never flirted with death on the bike, but now I'm totally convinced they're death machines.

It's easy to think the minefield wasn't that bad once you're safely watching other people get blown up.

Once, when Nick, Alice, and Elisabeth went away for a weekend together, Elisabeth spent ages at the breakfast table studying the "nutritional information" panel on the side of a container of yogurt, warning them darkly, "You have to be really careful with yogurt." Whenever Nick and Alice ate yogurt after that, one of them would always shout, "Careful!

Erika, because she had no experience of it, and because part of her would always believe that visitors were to be feared and despised.