Quotes About Peril

He felt on the edge of something vast and dark. He stared at the infinity growing deeper above them and felt that at any moment he might fall off the planet.

Oh my God!" exclaimed Jessie the turtle, who alone immediately saw what the good doctor would say next. "And I am sad to say, my friends," concluded Doc Hansom the goatfish, "if the caulking seal breaks before the professor returns, the aquarium will likely drain and we will all die.

Barsavi realized something that too many men in the city were slow to grasp; an idea that he reinforced years later when he took the Berangias sisters to be his primary enforcers. He was wise enough to understand that the women of Camorr could be underestimated only at great peril to one's health.

Crooked Warden," said Locke, "men are stupid. Protect us from ourselves. If you can't, let it be quick and painless.

What good's slacking all the time if the ship comes apart beneath you while you sleep?

this was looking like her final hour. They'd not seen a Zaphead for two days, ever since leaving the highway and taking the Old Turnpike Road, a winding dotted line on the map that promised few houses and even fewer murderous mutants. The bite wound on Rachel's left calf had gotten steadily worse, passing from

What I thought was a sea of dust is an ocean of death.

I shall gain glory or die.

Otherwise, three little words would have leaked from his mouth. And undoubtedly doomed him in ways he couldn't even guess at. Bad time. Bad place. For that kind of thing. Forever.

Look, I never wanted to be a half-blood. most of the time it gets you killed in nasty, dangerous ways.

It is dangerous, at any time, to multiply sources of weakness.

There's just no real job security when you're shooting a show about an apocalypse and anybody could die at any time.

When you're late in a fairy tale, people wind up dead. And not true-love's-kiss, glass-coffin-nap-time dead. Really dead, the kind of dead you don't recover from.

Looking' his last' upon the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing 'she' could see him now, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with a dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips.

looking into the muzzle of Slade's pistol. "And the next instant," added my informant, impressively, "he was one of the deadest men that ever lived.

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.

Unfortunately, denial also means ignoring the possibility of peril.

One sinking ship after another, in fact that was the conclusion to every single story he told, so that we, his strange audience, learned not to wonder about the end but paid more attention to the tale preceding the end, those distinguishing events before the inevitable rush of icy water, whirlpools . . .

Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.

Don't get caught.' This from a man who'd stolen a Jew.

Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth. Clearly

It would have been hilarious if I wasn't about to die. It was still a little hilarious.

Asking the question of being is one of the essential and fundamental conditions for the awakening of spirit and hence for an originary world of historical Dasein. It is indispensable if the peril of world-darkening [Weltverdüsterung] is to be forestalled and if our Volk at the center of the West is to take on its historical mission.

It would be a rare place for a gallop. You would naturally think so and the thought has cost several their lives before now. You notice those bright green spots scattered thickly over it?