Quotes About Peril

They're girls," she replied briefly. "They were born in danger and will live their lives in that condition, regardless of circumstance.

Okay. This has to be a credible threat. Ergo, we have to have seen (and heard about) the real damage Randall has done to Jamie thus far; we have to be in no doubt whatever that he'd do real damage to Claire. We can't just say, "Oh, he's such a nasty person, you wouldn't believe…" We have to believe, and therefore appreciate, just what Jamie is doing when he trades what's left of his life for Claire's.

Not that my watching out was likely to do a lot of good, I thought; every second man on the dock looked like an assassin to me.

In war, government and their armies were a threat, but it was so often the neighbors who damned or saved you.

For God's sake, be careful, Sassenach!" he muttered. "Dinna go near those things!

Pfft," Fergus said, and pulled the cork. "In these times, there's little one can do that isn't dangerous. If I'm going to be killed for something, I should like it to be something that matters. If it's entertaining, so much the better.

The wean might be about to fall face-first into the fire, but nobody—save maybe Ian—was going to know it, if it killed him. Ian

The assumption that everyone in government is a bad actor imperils our democracy.

There was an attempt on my life.

The attempted assassinations against me were not accidental.

Automobiles are dangerous as all get-out.

The petitioner's problem is to avoid Scylla without being drawn into Charybdis.

Would it interest you, at all, to know that he did try to scramble back onto the ice? That his hands grabbed and his fingers clawed, but the ice—that treacherous, greedy, teasing ice—kept breaking and breaking and breaking, sketching a path straight for me? And that when he saw what would happen to me, he stopped trying to save himself? Would you believe that someone could love anyone that much?

I see thunderstorms around us now, but these are just baby storms," the psychic told her. "The mother storm is coming. When she arrives, her lightning will scorch the land, her thunder will deafen us, and her heavy rain will drown us all. The storm will last for three months and many will die. Those who escape will find no one to turn to—every friendly face will have perished.

The whole structure leans dangerously towards the miraculous.

Final warning. Shut up or die.

Certainly more dangerous

Cracks especially. You have to be careful of the cracks.. Sometimes they are disguised as something else. A doorway, or a smile or even a winking eye. And if you fall through them, you never know were you will end up.

When the danger is past God is cheated.

And I see the houses of the human race perched on the edge of the sea, shipwrecked in their false neighborliness.

It is sometimes as dangerous to be run into by a microbe as by a trolley car.

For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do.

Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

The free-lovers say: "Let us have the splendour of offering ourselves without the peril of committing ourselves; let us see whether one cannot commit suicide an unlimited number of times." Emphatically it will not work.