Quotes About Menace

Death has come to cut your throats and drink your blood!

It seems quite clear that much of this intense activity for Progressive reform was intended to head off socialism. Easley talked of "the menace of Socialism as evidenced by its growth in the colleges, churches, newspapers." In 1910, Victor Berger became the first member of the Socialist party elected to Congress; in 1911, seventy-three Socialist mayors were elected, and twelve hundred lesser officials in 340 cities and towns. The press spoke of "The Rising Tide of Socialism.

Who said anything about slicing you up? ... I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead-- nothing serious.

Any combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach

it hung above the livid, bruised land like an admonition

LE CHIFFRE looked incuriously at him, the whites of his eyes, which showed all round the irises, lending something impassive and doll-like to his gaze. He slowly removed one thick hand from the table and slipped it into the pocket of his dinner-jacket. The hand came out holding a small metal cylinder with a cap which Le Chiffre unscrewed. He inserted the nozzle of the cylinder, with an obscene deliberation, twice into each black nostril in turn, and luxuriously inhaled the benzedrine vapour.

What do you think? he asked, his voice deep and commanding. I eyed him. Impressive, but too much. He leaned toward me, the blue eyes smoky with a promise I was shure he could fulfill. I tried not to think of the bedroom. Too much? Yes. I like the menace. It's very masculine, but he looks like he would screw everything in sight and call me 'wench

White-on-black shootings evoke America's history of racism and so carry an iconic payload of menace. Black-on-black shootings carry no such payload, although they are truly menacing to the black community. They evoke only despair.

As kids, there's somehow the fear that these bullies can end your life if they want to. Everything is blown up, and occasionally that kind of awful thing does happen.

Having an aura of menace is like having a pet weasel, because you rarely meet someone who has one, and when you do, it makes you want to hide under the coffee table.

When the weak want to give an impression of strength they hint menacingly at their capacity for evil. It is by its promise of a sense of power that evil often attracts the weak.

When Shan was fifteen years old, dark soldiers come out of the west, like a cloud of evil boiling over the soft hills of his homeland. They commanded terrible beasts, which killed with hooked claws like scythes and cold eyes that dripped icy fire. The soldiers wore helmets that looked like fiends, tusked and snarling and sneering.

Here, where the body of the mountains pressed so close, Delilah could hear the wicked flexing of rock, as if it cracked its bones in malevolent glee, marking time until it showered the helpless travelers with deadly blades.

Once I had departed Hadith's presence, my awe of her had lessened but it left a patent residue behind. The thought of the pale, enchanting woman, with her hint of hidden menace, made me feel absurdly excied. I did not want to see her again, exactly, but I wanted to think about her all the time.

Anyone who feels I am going soft on the drugs menace has not checked out the facts nor seen the situation on the ground.

Our growing softness, our increasing lack of physical fitness, is a menace to our security.

A child is like a relationship. You can only shape it as it's growing, or it becomes a menace if let to grow without respect, understanding and focus.

Experience should teach us to be most on our guard to protect liberty when the government's purposes are beneficial. Men born to freedom are naturally alert to repel invasion of their liberty by evil-minded rulers. The greater dangers to liberty lurk in insidious encroachment by men of zeal, well-meaning but without understanding. —Justice Louis Brandeis, Olmstead v. United States, 277 U.S. 479 (1928)

Matt worried about what would happen to him now. Would Rosa come back and throw him into the sawdust? Would she make good on her promise to bury him alive?

His voice wasn't loud, but there was a quality to it that made Matt shiver even though he—for once—wasn't the one in trouble.

A low, silver sports car roared past at high speed, missing them by inches. Nancy glimpsed the man at the wheel long enough to register his dark mustache and the pipe clenched in his teeth. "What a menace," George said, shaking her head in disgust. Nancy

But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.

Los muertos enterrados no me daban miedo. Los vivos y los no muertos eran mucho más peligrosos.

I will burn your city, your land, your self.