Quotes About Risk

I got fed up with the idea of partnering with labels on a major scale because of how they have to deliver things. They get gun-shy.

Far from being the father of jihad, [Prophet] Mohammad was a peacemaker, who risked his life and nearly lost the loyalty of his closest companions because he was determined to effect a reconciliation with Mecca

It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

What do you know about racing?" Ronnie asked, curious. He looked fascinated, like a scientist confronted by a strange new species: dontgivadamnus from the phylum couldntcareless .

My body cheerfully informed me that he felt really good pressed against me like that, all hard muscles and smooth contours and ominous bulges. My body liked the air of barely leashed strength and caged mayhem he was giving off. My body thought he smelled really good, like heat and coffee and electricity. My body was going to get me killed.

Is anything going to kill me if I use your bathroom?" I finally asked. "Knowing you?" Pritkin's voice was muffled since he hadn't raised his head. I frowned. "Is that a yes?" A couple of fingers came up to massage his temple. "That is a no. Assuming you didn't bring anything deadly along with you.

I'm like the master. I like to walk on the wild side." It took me a moment to realize what he meant. "I am not the wild side," I told him flatly. "I'm about as far from the wild side as it's possible to get.

There are a thousand ways to die," he told me quietly. "There are so few really to live. I would gladly risk the former for the latter, and it is my choice, is it not? To risk whatever I must, my heart, my body, my soul, in order to be with you. Is that not what love is? – Louis-Cesare

Do you always get in this much trouble?" Pritkin asked from behind me. "Mostly," I breathed. "You know, I've noticed that about you," he told me. And then he kissed me.

There are a thousand ways to die," he told me quietly. "There are so few to really live. I would gladly risk the former for the latter, and it is my choice, is it not? To risk whatever I must, my heart, my body, my soul, in order to be with you. Is that not what love is?

Think you can maybe not die for five minutes?" "I'll try,"I told him seriously. "You know, if anyone else said that, it would be funny.

She pulled the blanket tighter around her, as if to demonstrate her vulnerability. "Anything can happen," she said. "Haven't you realized that yet?

I could love means I could die violently, or live violently; the threat of the arrow is everywhere at once, not just in the heart.

Commodified fantasy takes no risks: it invents nothing, but imitates and trivializes. It proceeds by depriving the old stories of their intellectual and ethical complexity, turning their action into violence, their actors to dolls, and their truth-telling to sentimental platitude.

Excitement is never comfortable. When it comes, you just hang on and hope you don't fall off.

Once ye made up yer mind to do somethin', 'tis better t'stumble o'er the small hillock of jump-ahead than t'bash yer head on the jagged rocks of did-nothing. Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomand to her three wee granddaughters one cold evening

T]o make a decision presupposes the willingness and capacity to assume responsibility for it. This would include the risk of making a wrong decision and the willingness to bear the consequences without blaming others for them. It would involve feeling, "This is my choice, my doing," and presupposes more inner strength and independence than most people apparently have nowadays.

He'd had all day to think about how he might manage this escapade without getting caught. The wars had taught him that rash courage was no substitute for a careful plan. But fate does not always cooperate with the plans of men.

You never knew what you could get away with until you tried.

When you were too young and naïve to see the risks, I incurred your wrath to protect you. Scream at me for it if you must. Thank me for it when you finally grow up.

I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.

A little blood never bothers me.

Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.

Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.