Quotes About Recklessness

México, país civilizado, sólo matan lo preciso. Aquí no. Ve el cafre que maneja a un peatón cruzando la calle, y en vez de disminuir la velocidad acelera. Salta la liebre porque salta o se va a rendirle cuentas a Dios. Por eso viejos aquí casi no hay. En Colombia los viejos mueren jóvenes.

L'amour est une catastrophe magnifique : savoir que l'on fonce dans un mur, et accélérer quand même.

L'amour est une catastrophe magnifique: savoir que l'on fonce dans un mur et accélérer quand même; courir à sa perte, le sourire aux lèvres; attendre avec curiosité le moment où cela va foirer. L'amour est la seule déception programmée, le seul malheur prévisible dont on redemande.

L'amour est une catastrophe magnifique: savoir que l'on fonce dans un mur, et accélerer quand même.

L'amour est une catastrophe magnifique : savoir que l'on fonce dans un mur, et accéler quand même ; courir à sa perte, le sourire aux lèvres ; attendre avec curiosité le moment où cela va foirer. L'amour est la seule déception programmée, le seul malheur prévisible dont on redemande.

El amor es una catástrofe espléndida: saber que te vas a estrellar contra una pared, y acelerar a pesar de todo: correr en pos de tu propio desastre con una sonrisa en los labios

Nobody was ever ready to stop you doing things that nobody sensible would even try. Mad things. Like jumping into a river, grabbing the nearest bucket and letting it haul you up a shaft not designed for human passage.

Zeal was like gas, most dangerous when you could not see it. The wrong spark could light it at any time.

you may be right, I may be crazy, but it just might be a lunatic you're looking for

I talk of those incidents [with Bonnie and Clyde] as if I were not a part of any of it, like a character in a book I once read. It's the only way I keep from going crazy. Maybe we were all pretty young then, but we knew what we were doing. Clyde never held a gun to my head. I was there because I wanted to be! What's that they say in the movies? 'The show must go on!' Well, life goes on.

Take off your pants and Jacket

Teenage kids have no sense of mortality -- yours or theirs.

Zwölf ist ein wunderschönes und bemerkenswertes Alter; um diese Zeit fangen Kinder an, große Töne zu spucken und zu überlegen, wie sie es allein schaffen könnten: genau wie Engel, unmittelbar bevor sie aus dem Himmel vertrieben werden. Sie haben solch unschuldige und gefährliche Ideen.

If you're going to do something wrong, do it big, because the punishment is the same either way.

I wasn't driving down the wrong side of the street, smoking marijuana, waving my gun out the window.

My guiltiest pleasure? 'Untamed & Uncut'. Videos of people being attacked by animals. Yeah. I don't know why. I just love seeing guys who say, 'I'm gonna stick my hand in that crocodile's mouth and see what happens.' And then it snaps down on them. There you go - that's what you get! It's a wild animal, my friend.

I burned down my backyard as a seven-year-old. I poured kerosene over dried leaves and set the whole place on fire, just for fun. Yeah, not a very normal thing to do.

I do not deny that I planned sabotage. I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence. I planned it as a result of a calm and sober assessment of the political situation that had arisen after many years of tyranny, exploitation and oppression of my people by the whites.

Car chases usually don't involve major criminals - they're usually guys afraid of getting another traffic ticket.

There's something about the girls and the boys who just live for the moment and don't think a second beyond their needs and the here and now that, ultimately, is pretty tragic.

The existence of Slavery in its most cruel form among them has a tendency to brutalize the humane and finer feelings of their nature. Daily witnesses of human suffering—listening to the agonizing screeches of the slave—beholding him writhing beneath the merciless lash—bitten and torn by dogs—dying without attention, and buried without shroud or coffin—it cannot otherwise be expected, than that they should become brutified and reckless of human life.

The tyrant is a child of PrideWho drinks from his great sickening cupRecklessness and vanity,Until from his high crest headlongHe plummets to the dust of hope.

Rash indeed is he who reckons on the morrow, or haply on days beyond it for tomorrow is not, until today is past.

The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.