Quotes About Menace

But in weakness a man can be a great danger.

Its skin was ash-gray, darkened by patches of sickly red. Its semihuman features were strangely elongated, as if its head had been stretched top to bottom. Strands of greasy hair were strung across its mottled pate. Its nose was like a pit. Its cheeks were deeply sunken. Its mouth gaped open, the sharp teeth gleaming within. It would have almost seemed the face of a dead and rotting thing except that the eyes were sparkling with an eager, living cruelty.

Hostis humani generis',

Strzyg, wi­wern, en­driag i wil­koÅ'aków wkrótce nie bÄ™dzie na Å›wiecie. A skurwysyny bÄ™dÄ… zaw­sze.

The doppler pursed its glutinous lips and glowered at the Witcher with an evil expression in its dull eyes

That which represents Chaos is menace, is the aggressive side. While Order is the side being threatened, in need of protection. In need of a defender.

The striga was in no hurry with her next attack. She approached slowly, baring her fangs, dribbling repulsively

De harige spin staarde Septimus onheilspellend aan. Hij had Septimus zeker eerder gezien. Vier keer om precies te zijn, dacht de spin kwaad, vier keer was hij opgeraapt, in een potje gestopt en buitengezet... 'Soms, Jen,' zei Septimus toen hij weer terugkwam bij de marmeren trap, 'denk ik dat die spinnen weer regelrecht naar de Bibliotheek wandelen. Vandaag herkende ik er een.

The person who is bent on killing you will follow you wherever you are.

Springing back, sword high, he saw the horror strike the floor, wheel and scuttle toward him with appalling speed – a gigantic black spider, such as men see only in nightmare dreams.

I saw that — that black thing squatting like an ape among the branches, leering down at me.

And I swear to you, he looked murderous. He stepped right up to me, the way a man will when he wants to remind you what he could do, if he wanted.

Evil is everywhere and nowhere at the same time these days. You only have to read the papers to know there's no escaping it.

The writer's role is to menace the public's conscience. He must have a position, a point of view. He must see the arts as a vehicle of social criticism and he must focus on the issues of his time.

The man in green was seated on a rock. His bow and quiver lay beside him on the ground. He flashed an evil smile in my direction.

Some officers of his acquaintance had barked and yelled and shouted. He had always found it more effective to speak low and quiet, enunciating clearly and precisely as if to an idiot child, bearing down with an icy stare. That way he had found the implied menace to be unmistakable.

racket, terrorized by a threat against himself and his

Trampa mortal

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

Maybe he would kill one of them for fun. Maybe not. Mood was everything.

Of course many of us were loaded with self-hate and wanted to change. How could it have been otherwise? All we heard and read about homosexuality was that crap about how we were inverts, perverts, queers — a menace to children, poison to everybody else, doomed never to be happy.

I think we have to safeguard ourselves against people who are a menace to others, quite apart from what may have motivated their deeds.

We don't want to change. Every change is a menace to stability.