Quotes About Recklessness

Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.

When you start drinking, everything goes out of the window. You don't care about anything. You don't even care about yourself.

The thing about drugs and sex is that you lose all your inhibitions. I've had sex in trains, planes, wine bars... and quite a few car parks!

And we used to do a lot of drugs and get very drunk on very cheap wine.

I think there's something in the human psyche that we're titillated by the person who flies too close to the candle and their wings get singed.

We made The Who look like church boys on Sunday. We done things only fools'd do.

The thing about the hard times, the stupid times, they make you who you are. And regrets—I look back and ask myself if I didn't do a certain thing that I'm really ashamed of, how would that change the present? What would it erase from my current life? What if I hadn't been such a badass idiot back then? Would I have learned the cost of that recklessness?

regrets— I look back and ask myself if I didn't do a certain thing that I'm really ashamed of, how would that change the present? What would it erase from my current life? What if I hadn't been such a badass idiot back then? Would I have learned the cost of that recklessness? Would you be here? There are things I'm totally ashamed of that I wouldn't change.

A recognisable picture of a spoilt 22-year-old girl experiencing her first love affair, knowing that she is infatuated with a totally unsuitable man who will alienate her friends and eventually cause herself serious damage, yet determined to press ahead whatever the cost.

Il y a bien des façons d'être condamné à mort. Ah combien n'aurais-je pas donné à ce moment-là pour être en prison au lieu d'être ici moi crétin Pour avoir par exemple quand c'était si facile prévoyant volé quelque chose quelque part quand il en était temps encore. On ne pense à rien

But there it was again. His face, handsome, petulant, impatient, the way he was when he didn't get what he wanted. 'Get out of here, Louis,' she said aloud. 'I've nothing to lose now,' Louis said. 'I'll bring you down with me, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me. I've nothing to lose.' There was a huge truck. The lights of a truck and a terrible shattering of glass and … Then there was nothing.

Men are as liable to pursue their own ruin as their own advantage. In

If I had had success when I was early twenties I'm sure I would have lost my mind, I would've just partied like crazy and probably blown everything I had.

Time is the easiest asset to spend recklessly...

Willful blindness sees no end of damage done.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

It isn't that i consider them brave, they are reckless, unpredictable, maddeningly unreliable. But like rogue waves and shooting stars, they also add thrills to a life that otherwise would be as regular as the tide, as routine as day passing into night.

Remember that envy is one of mankind's greatest flaws. It leads to recklessness in the one who envies and possessiveness in the one who has you by his side.

It was a period of drunkenness, of blindness, of living only with the hands and mouth and body.

Whenever you did something because "life is too short not to," you could be sure life would be just long enough to punish you for it.

a person who commits each of these sins with abandon.

Careful, she called out to me, her voice sharp; part admonishment, part warning. But I'd been that way all this time, and it hadn't changed a thing. Maybe it was better to barrel through life, breaking fragile things and catching on every jagged edge. Neat or messy, calm or crazy, I still ended up in this same place.

Fitness was not his cup of tea. He treated his body like a vehicle - a motorbike that he raced at top speed along the rim of the Grand Canyon.

I've got kids that enjoy stealing. I've got kids that don't think about stealing one way or the other, and I've got kids that just tolerate stealing because they know they've got nothing else to do. But nobody--and I mean nobody --has ever been hungry for it like this boy. If he had a bloody gash across his throat and a physiker was trying to sew it up, Lamora would steal the needle and thread and die laughing. He...steals too much .