Quotes About Risk

Get out of here while you can. She's crazier than a syphilitic suicide bomber with mad-cow disease.

The things we regret most in life are the things we don't do.

All of us are cowards at some time in our lives...

The stakes were suddenly so high that we wanted out of the game. When you're playing poker with the devil, however, no one leaves the table before he does.

The stairs creaked. They always creaked when creaking could lead to your death, and they never creaked when creaking didn't matter.

Casinos have no windows, no clocks. The masters of the games want their customers to forget the passage of time, to lay down just one more bet, and then one more.

a long fall from thirty or forty stories, a short span of seconds

Litigation is expensive. I could lose. I'm aware of that.

It's a war. Mistake a war for an adventure, you won't live long.

It ain't a lie that's gonna put me in the pit with Al Capone, but it's one step on a slippery slope I been down before.

Carson Conroy's

He would never claim to be a hero. However, there were moments when you had to show up, be there, assume risks, take bold action, if you still wanted to call yourself a man.

Although it earned him a living, a suspense writer's imagination made him more aware of the constant proximity of death than were most people. Every dog was a potential rabies carrier. Every strange van passing through the neighborhood was driven by a sexual psychopath who would kidnap and murder any child left unattended for more than three seconds. Every can of soup in the pantry was botulism waiting to happen.

Preserve me from the enemy who has something to gain, and from the friend who has something to lose.

Having found peace in isolation, she won't put it at risk.

if he had been foolish enough to trust the media to help him blow the whistle, he would be dead by now.

But he that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose. —ANNE BRONTË, "The Narrow Way

If some hopped-up loser, desperate for drug money or violent sex, broke into your house, you could be killed five times over in thirty-two minutes. Consequently, most of these people were prepared to defend themselves—and with enthusiasm.

Some are street thugs who will kill you for the contents of your wallet or merely for the thrill of it.

Once a weapon was drawn, it was more likely to be used, and not always as wisely as you might expect to use it.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.

Poets are excellent students of blizzards and salt and broken statuary, but they are always elsewhere for the test. Any intention in the writing of poetry besides the aim to make a poem, of engaging the materials, SHOULD be disappointed. If the poet does not have the chutzpah to jeopardize habituated assumptions and practices, what will be produced will be sleep without dream, a copy of a copy of a copy.

Justine refused to risk the pain that real closeness could bring. She'd been with her twin brother when he died, and the love she felt for him had turned into agony. Caught up in her own grief, Olivia had failed to recognize the devastating effect his death had had on her daughter.

it's not what you've done that will fill you with regret, but what you haven't done?