Quotes About Recklessness

Some people live for the thrill of dumb things.

What is it in young boys that makes them want to wander off alone and get killed? They get two chin hairs and they're trying to prove they're men.

Excessively passionate characters have a tendency to behave poorly.

By living this way, what will my fortune be? There is nothing. Am I simply a sickly man? What should I do? I had no direction, nothing. I thought that this reckless life of mine was only a nuisance to others and devoid of meaning. This was quite hard to bear.

Have you ever had a crisis in your life in which you deliberately, earnestly, and recklessly abandoned everything? It is a crisis of the will. You may come to that point many times externally, but it will amount to nothing. The true deep crisis of abandonment, or total surrender, is reached internally, not externally. The giving up of only external things may actually be an indication of your being in total bondage.

many of us limit our praying because we are not reckless in our confidence in God.

Somebody said to me this morning, 'To what do you attribute your longevity?' I don't know. I mean, I couldn't have planned my life out better. By all accounts I should be dead! The abuse I put my body through: the drugs, the alcohol, the lifestyle I've lived the last 30 years!

Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.

People died when Bran was at his most reasonable. Some of them died horribly. All of them idiots.

Le donne romantiche, riflettei: non pensano mai al male che fanno in quella loro forsennata ricerca di esperienze forti. In quella loro infatuazione per la libertà.!

Yer a dead man!" Davy shouts, going in a full circle with the horse jumping and rearing. "Yer half right," I say.

Goldin knew about the drug, knew its reputation for being dangerously addictive. But her own history of hard drug use, rather than making her more cautious, could sometimes mean that she was cavalier. I can handle it, she figured.

As I lay there, counting my blessings and broken ribs, Elodin stepped into my field of vision. He looked down at me. "Congratulations," he said. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." His expression was a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Ever.

I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. I summoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.

Be wary of folly.

The three boys, one dark, one light, and one—for lack of a better word—fiery, do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.

unwise love is the truest love.

they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die.

do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.

Adolescence feeds on drama, it is most happy when living in extremis, and Ferguson was no less vulnerable to the lure of high emotion and extravagant unreason than any other boy his age ...

Despite his care, Reid was still playing with fire, the kind that could without warning sheathe one's whole life in irreversible conflagration.

Fuck it. All she thinks about these days is whether something'll get her into trouble. Who cares? There was certainly a time when she didn't: and she was a better person then.

One night at the Purveses', the table was set with a feast that hardened and grew cold because Jock's mother had tipped back so much gin she'd forgotten the cook had called us in long before. She listed in the darkening courtyard and finally leaned into a potted palm and closed her eyes. No one else seemed to notice or care.

Hablas de amor, pero ni siquiera sabes de qué se trata. A los diecisiete años, el amor es un fuego que consume el cuerpo, pero en el cual no interviene todavía el corazón. Por eso te perdono que te hayas lanzado sobre mí con semejante violencia. Por eso no te hago arrojar en prisión. ¿Amor? ¿Acaso significan algo para ti mis pensamientos, mis planes o mis sueños? ¡Vete de aquí enseguida!