Quotes About Risk

Truth is a risky proposition. It's the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the very scaffold of communal life is supported by lies.

I wanted to kiss her, she was beautiful again to me. But I dared not risk it. It wasn't only that I would have frightened her, it was that the desire to kill her was almost overpowering. Some fierce purely male instinct in me wanted to claim her now simply because I had claimed her in another way before.

Yes. To write a novel is to risk my sanity. The deeper I get into the suffering and conflict of the characters, into the very situations and thoughts and feelings that make the novel worthwhile, the worse I feel, and the more likely I am to be severely depressed when the book is finished. There is no avoiding this: it is the result of attempting to tell all you know, to reach for the stars, to write what matters.

How could I not love it, the mere idea of it? How could it not be worth the greatest danger, the greatest and most ghastly defeat? Even at the moment of destruction, I would be alive as I have never been.

I wanted to kiss her, she was beautiful again to me. But I dared not risk it. It wasn't only that I would have frightened her, it was that the desire to kill her was almost overpowering. Some fierce purely male instinct in me wanted to claim her now simply because I had claimed her in another way before.

Do you want to come with me now? DO YOU WANT TO COME WITH ME INTO THIS NOW? I hide nothing from you, not my ignorance, not my fear, not the simple terror that if I try I might fail. I do not even know if it is mine to give more than once, or what is the price of giving it, but I will risk this for you, and we will discover it together, whatever the mystery and the terror, just as I've discovered alone all else.

He took another quick swallow of the coffee. Tasted awful to him, though it was good coffee, he'd brewed it himself. A beer was what he wanted. Not to have a beer right now was like not breathing. But it was just too great a risk.

Acaso creías que podías bailar con el diablo y no pagar un precio por ello?

It's the risk that fascinates, the moment of infinite possibility.

To be weak is a dangerous thing.

I wanted to touch him once more with my cold fingers, but I did not dare.

Cowards can be more dangerous than brave men, Julie," he said.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

Only the lightning was fearless of the legends that said some evil dwelt in Sugar Devil Island: go there and you might never come back.

That incorrigible Quinn. He went deep into Sugar Devil Swamp, though everybody told him not to; he went to that accursed island Hermitage, and one night he just didn't come back.

Yes, go out. Talk to her. This is the closest you'll get to that moment; this is your chance. And how delicious to be so physically drawn to her, so laid bare by her presence. It was as if an invisible hand was unzipping his pants.

He released her hand back in her own lap. Sometimes you give up what you love to stay alive. Have you ever had to do that? He turned his head to look at her so long it should have been dangerous, but he seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to the road. It's coming, he said. And he turned away, driving into the slowly dawning day.

He barely hesitated. Then shall I ruin you, dragon? Yes please, she said. And she let the brown dress drop on the floor between them, closing her eyes once more.

He wasn't marrying her. Even if she'd have him, which she certainly wouldn't, he had no intention of leg-shackling himself to such a difficult woman. She's always be racing off to save some new stray lamb, and if she even caught wind of the Scorpion's criminal associations she'd probaby try to save them, as well. She was a dangerous woman, never content with the status quo, and she would drag who ever was fool enough to marry her along for the ride.

Besides, the old man was out of shape, smoked and drank--a walking heart attack.

Talvolta bisogna rinunciare a quel che si ama per sopravvivere.» Takashi le lasciò la mano. «Hai mai dovuto farlo?» Lui si voltò a guardarla per un tempo talmente lungo che sarebbe potuto essere pericoloso, ma sembrava avere una sorta di sesto senso quando si trattava del traffico. «Sto per farlo adesso» replicò.

She was playing with fire. He could talk a nun into an orgy.

She wanted more, and yet his kiss was like poison to her. It could lead to things, to feelings that could destroy her utterly.

The thing about caller ID is," Red said, more or less to himself, "it seems a little like cheating. A person should be willing to take his chances, answering the phone.