Quotes About Recklessness

I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.

If I were going to play the adventuress, I might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, I supposed.

No justice that imperiled the innocent could ever be true, and Beatrice's recklessness spoke volumes as to her rage.

I'd rather be a fool than afraid.

The night has already turned on that imperceptible pivot where two A.M. changes to six A.M. You know this moment has come and gone, but you are not yet willing to concede that you have crossed the line beyond which all is gratuitous damage and the palsy of unraveled nerve endings. Somewhere back there you could have cut your losses, but your rode past that moment on a comet trail of white powder and now you are trying to hang on to the rush.

She could do anything back then, before she had maternal fear to spark any real caution in her soul.

I'm doing this because I'm insane. Doesn't my mad cackle make me sound insane?

He was on whatever combination of drugs makes you constantly lick your lips and ignore stoplights.

Oh, well," the chief of police would say, "that's what you get for ignoring a sign written in blood.

If you really want to shoot me, go ahead, but shooting your driver is one of the stupidest possible ways anybody could ever die.

You could beat an orphan to death with a dead nun and not deserve what will happen to you if Mr. Burke catches us. I don't want to overhype him, but the man is mentally unhinged!

My tombstone: Andrew Mayhem. He survived knives, chainsaws, guns, and being buried alive. Then the dumbass drank poison.

What was he supposed to do besides break the living room window? Stand outside whacking off while she grabbed a cell phone and called for help?

Nick was chocolate and cigarettes and whiskey and danger, and everything I should stay away from.

There was playing with fire, and then there was setting yourself on fire.

Never has it felt more important for me to tell stories of joy and abandon, passion and recklessness. Life is short and difficult, people. We must take our pleasures where we can find them. Let us not become so cautious that we forget to live.

Those girls are on the road to trouble," I heard an older woman say about us one night, as we were staggering down the street drunk—and that woman was absolutely right. What she didn't understand, though, is that trouble is what we wanted. Oh, our youthful needs! Oh, the deliciously blinding yearnings of the young—which inevitably take us right to the edges of cliffs, or trap us in cul-de-sacs of our design.

If your goal in life is to become fearless, then I believe you're already on the wrong path, because the only truly fearless people I've ever met were straight-up sociopaths and a few exceptionally reckless three-year-olds—and those aren't good role models for anyone.

It is as well to be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

boredom dulls your ability to make the right decisions. Boredom creeps up on you slowly, wraps its tendrils around you and tugs at you in such a subtle yet constant way, you'll do anything to escape it. You'll behave recklessly and stupidly.

Mount Shady is a lovely town, but it's also homogenous and boring, and boredom dulls your ability to make the right decisions. Boredom creeps up on you slowly, wraps its tendrils around you and tugs at you in such a subtle yet constant way, you'll do anything to escape it. You'll behave recklessly and stupidly. You'll trust the wrong people, with disastrous results. Emily would still be alive if we'd stayed in New York.

I'm someone who doesn't have anything to lose.

Hey anyone who thinks a non-military–grade rappelling cable can support the weight of two grown men and a miniature donkey deserves to fall off a cliff.

I ease out my third-story window and drop onto the brick ledge below, but I'm not even a little bit afraid. I should be, I know. If I were normal. If I had good sense. If I were sane.