Quotes About Peril

to draw from the world below is fraught with peril. The Magus

If he did nothing him and Malacus would end up robbed, and more than likely killed. You have to be realistic about these things.

No one was safe in Valbeck now. Perhaps no one ever truly was. Perhaps safety was a lie people told themselves so they could carry on.

Humanity is a germ that thrives on the very edge of catastrophe.

Death and ruin is man's preferred ecosystem. Did you ever read about the bacterium that thrives in volcanoes, right on the edge of boiling rock? That's us. Humanity is a germ that thrives on the very edge of catastrophe.

There's no guardrail.

I'm just saying—" He pointed the way that Han appeared to be favoring. "—this doesn't feel right." "Yeah, well, we're on a Star Destroyer, being chased by the living dead. None of this feels right.

Gobi jammed something hard into my spine, an elbow or a dagger or the barrel of a gun, and I sat down heavily, still feeling the old man's eyes on me. They were as brown as chestnuts, searching and soulful, with the depth of those of someone who'd lost something close to him and had never quite allowed himself to get over it.

To misunderstand the nature and threat of evil is to risk being blindsided by it,

The light at the end of the tunnel is another train heading straight for you.

My grandmother used to tell us a story of a mountain of loadstone. When any vessels came near it, they were instantly deprived of their ironwork: the nails flew to the mountain, and the unhappy crew perished amidst the disjointed planks.

Even without wars, life is dangerous.

The enemy is at the gate. It is a question of life and death.

We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.

My life would be in danger if I return to Mexico.

The sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.

Though in midst of life we be Snares of death surround us.

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor

Now, my dear Cap, if you don't look sharp your hour is come! Nothing on earth will save you, Cap, but your own wits! For if ever I saw mischief in any one's face, it is in that fellow's that is eating you up with his great eyes at the same time that he is laughing at you with his big mouth! Now Cap, my little man, be a woman!

The average man's judgment is so poor, he runs a risk every time he uses it.

Manhattan is an accumulation of possible disasters that never happen.

Walking point was adrenaline drippin' from your ears and a butt squeezed so tight you couldn't drive a tenpenny nail up it with a jackhammer. Let me at it!

It was Beauty. As always. Beauty killed him.

Quién había concebido el plan de asesinarme?, ¿quién había tejido la red en la que debatía como animalillo silvestre?, ¿de quién sería la mano que habría de inmolarme? ¿De la propia Mercedes Negrer?, ¿del rijoso expendedor de Pepsi-Cola?, ¿de los negros superdotados?, ¿de los ordeñadores de la lactaria?