Quotes About Recklessness

This is probably a bad idea," Jace said. "Like, a record-breakingly bad idea. Like a go-down-in-history bad idea. But—" Clary bounced to her feet. "What he means is, we're in," she said. "We love bad ideas." "That's true," Jace admitted, a smile breaking over his face. Suddenly he looked seventeen again.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

You know you're nuts, right?" His brother should know him better than to be surprised that when he did something, he went all in. "No, I'm just that good." Although when riding a bucking animal that out-weighed a man by ten times, being a little crazy didn't hurt.

What the hell was she doing? This was real. Not some fantasy. "We probably shouldn't ---" "Blame it on the moonlight." He spoke the words close and then his mouth covered hers. With the warmth of his palms against her cheeks and the pressure of his lips pressed to hers, Janie had to think the full moon was a s good an excuse as any for losing her mind and letting Tyler kiss her.

Most of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being surprised about where I was waking up. ("No, Officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.")

I hurled the slipper at him, not caring if I caused his decapitation. (I did not.)

I was more addicted to self destruction then to the drugs themselves ... something very romantic about it

and no illustration of the disastrous effects of reckless indulgence in intoxicating liquors appeals to an audience with such telling force as that of the once sober and well-conducted female yielding by degrees to the terrible temptation until she at length sinks to the condition of a gin-soddened poor wretch, lost to every glimmer of self-respect, and capable even of starving herself and her children rather than forego her only remaining enjoyment in life ... It

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

If you are careless enough to be killed," said Kelle, "you put us to enormous inconvenience.

Donald L. Rider was a guy, just a guy, it seemed, if you didn't know his FBI record which reached from Phoenix, Arizona, to Helena, Montana. By the age of nineteen, in just two exuberant years, he had worked at robbery, burglary, car theft, jail escape, and strongarm terrorism.

There were two loud-mouthed idiots, James and Phil, who chatted her up the first day. Jodie had flirted back automatically. Then they waylaid her after school, wanting her to go off into the woods with them.

those who are young will take risks which even the devil would pass by.

He said that only stupid men love danger, but you love danger and you're not stupid.

Jack went deep-vein sclerotic. He chugged digitalis straight from the vial. He chased it with desk-jug scotch.

I want to run or die or get fucked up

Yet none use their words more recklessly than the strong, who have not been sobered by the rebuffs and uncertainties of life.

I feel like I've had bad nights or destructive nights or nights where I don't remember anything or nights where I was seriously injured or seriously in danger. And I remained nihilistic and unconcerned because it felt like there was no alternative.

Impulsivity is something akin to spontaneously jumping out of an airplane and not realizing that you forgot something until about five seconds before impact.

I spent half my money on gambling, alcohol and wild women. The other half I wasted.

I must have gone through $10 million during my career. Part of the loot went for gambling, part for horses and part for women. The rest I spent foolishly.

I've drank more beer and pissed more blood and banged more women than all you numb nuts put together!

Courage stands halfway between cowardice and rashness, one of which is a lack, the other an excess of courage.

The coward calls the brave man rash, the rash man calls him a coward.