Quotes About Recklessness

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride

A fool's tongue," Bruce Waltke wryly notes, "is long enough to cut his own throat."4

The American male at the peak of his physical powers and appetites, driving 160 big white horses across the scenes of an increasingly open society, with weekend money in his pocket and with little prior exposure to trouble and tragedy, personifies an accident going to happen.

My imagination will get me a passport to hell one day.

When I leave school I will drive around looking for prostitutes like Julia.

He felt his inadequacy to the goal he had so recklessly chosen and felt the attraction of the world he and abandoned. He grieved for his own loss...

Here you are, painting the town red, alone with two young men you only met just last week in a shady night club playing illegal music in a foreign country. Come on." He pulled at my hand persuasively, I'll bet you know how to Fox-Trot.

He took one step forward, thinking to run after the carriage, to run mad, madder than he already was.

I couldn't strut around like Mick Jagger, or smash my instrument up like Jimi Hendrix or Pete Townshend: bitter subsequent experience has taught me that if you get carried away and try and smash up a piano by pushing it offstage, you end up looking less like a lawless rock god and more like a furniture removal man having a bad day.

We forgive only madmen and children for being frank with us: others, if they have the audacity to imitate them, will regret it sooner or later.

I'm going to die. This is how I'm going to die, and this is where I'm going to die. Because I did all the stupid things you yell at stupid people for doing in stupid movies.

As you get older, you overthink and can talk yourself out of anything. It's good to be a bit reckless and experimental.

This time we live in is saying, 'Live for yourself, and whatever makes you happy' and all this kind of stuff, and it's so contrary. And we so don't want to go and be reckless for the Lord.

When the rich kids got together, the most we ever did was cross against a red light.

There were a couple of years where I got a bit lost - I went out too much, I was a bit heartbroken, thought I was a bit more of a dude than I really was. I would love to go back and have a strong word with myself.

I am convinced by my style of play, so I take risks without much hesitation.

How many times have you been on the freeway and had someone fly by you at 100 mph then end up two cars ahead of you at the off ramp? What's the point?

Women pay attention to how men drive because it's a good indicator of what kind of character you have. They want someone who's going to be intelligent and cautious and assertive and confident when you need to be, but not overly aggressive and reckless, and also not timid and overly paranoid.

The Devil may take the reckless, but the good will surely die of boredom. Boredom and frustration.

If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned.

I'll wager I would have screwed things up regardless. But. . .can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming, 'Your cats! Give us all your gods-damned cats!

I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.

It is possible," said Locke with a sheepish grin, "that I have been slightly too bold.

I'm sorry," muttered Locke. "I was so keen to come to Tal fucking Verrar." "It's not your fault. We were both eager to hop in bed with the wench; it's just shit luck she turned out to have the clap.