Quotes About Menace

But the pistol, this Walther...it was as if it had been made for the express purpose of shooting people. With a chill Richie realized that was why it had been made. What else could you do with a pistol? Use it to light your cigarettes?

A sense of solidarity among fifteen-to-thirty-year-olds would be a menace to civilized society even in the best of times.

Television is the menace that everyone loves to hate but can't seem to live without.

Menacing lines of black tomorrows on the horizon.

Just one thing worse than the dark, ain't there? And that's what's inside it - the things that call it home ...

My name is Slither.

I am Grimalkin and I could kill you all!" I cried. "But I will slay only three - the strongest three!

Die gefährlichste aller Krankheiten ist die Frau

They were no longer fearsome warriors, but ordinary cats who had no place in the forest: slower than WindClan, duller than RiverClan, scrawnier than ShadowClan. All their menace was gone, and with a cry of triumph the forest cats surged after them and chased them out of the hollow.

anyone in horror's path is irrevocably altered.

Violent means will give violent freedom. That would be a menace to the world and to India herself.

A wounded Qaddafi still in power would be an ongoing threat and menace to the rest of the world.

In wrestling, my mustache made me look more like a villain. A good mustache can give you the look of the devil.

Aprendí que no existe nada tan terrible y peligroso como la gente normal.

There are those who talk of the evil spirit of the woods. But for me there is only one evil spirit of woods: the keeper. I suppose that, somewhere, there must be keepers who are pleasant, considerate, friendly men who love their wives and smile and exhibit other signs of common humanity. But it has never been my luck to meet one.

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.

Masson disliked and respected the ferocious little rodents, for he knew the danger that lurked in their flashing, needle-sharp fangs;

It is not unusual for the central menace of a work of horror fiction to be interpreted as a metaphor for the larger fears of a society.

Clearly, some cryptic, evil movement was afoot on a large scale—just what, I could not say.

The very sun of heaven seemed distorted when viewed through the polarising miasma welling out from this sea-soaked perversion, and twisted menace and suspense lurked leeringly in those crazily elusive angles of carven rock where a second glance shewed concavity after the first shewed convexity.

Too late—cannot help self—black paws materialise—am dragged away toward the cellar.

A door behind the desk opened, and a short, wiry man entered. His short-sleeved dress shirt was shiny and unbuttoned down to the navel, revealing a host of gold chains and, uh, bling. His arms were knotted, ropy muscle. Have you ever seen someone who gave you the chills just by entering a room? This guy had that. Even the big bouncer, who had to be a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than the short guy, took half a step back. A hush fell over us. The

Buddy Ray just smiled at me. If the cracked teeth or blood was bothering him, he didn't show it. The smile had nothing behind it. No mirth, no joy, no soul. It was the scariest smile I had ever seen. "The

I didn't know if I still had it in me to be really dangerous, but I thought so. It's like knocking someone off a bike with a baseball bat; you never really lose the knack.