Quotes About Caution

Careful with your life.

Complacency kills. Paranoia is the reason I'm still alive.

I am more afraid of our own mistakes than of our enemies' designs.

Always presume that the enemy has dangerous designs and always be forehanded with the remedy. But do not let these calculations make your timid.

A prudent person, having to do with a designing one, will always distrust most when appearances are fairest.

Our credulity is a part of the imperfection of our natures. It is inherent in us to desire to generalize, when we ought, on the contrary, to guard ourselves very carefully from this tendency.

Beware of spitting against the wind!

I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed.

I've lived long enough to have learned, the closer you get to the fire, the more you get burned.

College kids, don't be taking examples from me.

Anything with Soros, I lay low. People kind of just roll their eyes when you bring him up.

Not to be negative, but I think the biggest lesson is don't trust anyone.

Lightning is something which, again, we would rather avoid.

We all know that looking back only gets you into an accident because you're going to run into something without seeing it.

You could arm-wrestle with a T. rex and win, but you shouldn't because it only makes them mad.

You try to live the experience but keep your feet on the ground, not let it go to your head, because that's when you start making mistakes.

Going out and looking for managers is like going out and looking for rattlesnakes.

You have to be very careful when you speak French around Kris Marshall.

She'd learned from Rey that snakes often traveled in pairs, so she was careful to look before she stepped

breath. "You're welcome," he said tersely. "That man, Sims," she continued, worried. "The day you fired him, John said that he had a mean temper and that he carried a loaded rifle everywhere with him. You…you be careful, okay?" She heard the soft expulsion of breath. He moved a step closer, his lean hands lifting her oval face to his. She could see the soft glitter of his blue eyes in the faint

Even in your world, people have died for words. Sometimes they've died of them. One learns to be careful what one says in such a world. And like anything so powerful, like any weapon, words cut both ways. They redeem and betray—sometimes both at once. The attribute we name as a virtue may also turn out to be our bane. So we watch what we call things—in case we should turn out to be right.

Thought before action, if you have time

I don't want to disarm the world, she said. Or I do want to disarm the world but I want it to be done warily and realistically and in the full knowledge of what we're giving up.