Quotes About Peril

And I thought: I shall remember this all my life. The peril, the running, the howling of the dogs, the smothering. Then the happiness—of action, of leaping. Then the green sweetness of distance. And the trees: their thickness and their compassion, all around.

Just then, a shout came from the lookouts' nest: "Iceberg ahead!" Jack and Annie turned back to the window—just in time to see a huge iceberg looming out of the sea. The iceberg was dark with a fringe of

Jack felt a jolt. Then he heard a grinding sound. The ship was scraping against the mountain of ice.

It may...be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.

Alas! Victor, when falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness? I feel as if I were walking on the edge of a precipice, towards which thousands are crowding, and endeavouring to plunge me into the abyss.

But, as a form of exercise, I cannot recommend carrying a suitcase for a mile or so along sand and shingle at the dead of night, and then edging one's way along a narrow path where a false step will mean plunging into a couple of fathoms of sea that, however quiet, is toothed like a shark with jagged fangs of rock.

Literature and fiction are full of femmes fatales, but there is also an homme fatal, an altogether rarer bird, and pity help the lonely and impressionable female who comes within range of him.

but when I see a fellow creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character

You don't cross a mangrove. You'd spike yourself on the roots of the mangrove trees. You'd be sucked down and suffocated by the brackish mud.

Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.

We're going to die, Keith said, the moment he was gone. This man is a serial killer. We're going to die, and he's going to bury us in his garden and build a shed on us.

I envisioned huge piles of the Elf Hotel flying off the belt, taking down everybody in sight. I had seen pictures of that Elf Hotel - it had sharp candy-cane spires that could easily impale someone. If anyone was ever going to be killed by an Elf Hotel, it would be my parents.

I think Lucas is going to Misery your ass,' Stevie said. 'Sorry about your ankles.

It was as if a volcano were cracking open, yet the people at the foot of the mountain ignored the sudden fissures, the black fumes, the boiling trickles, and went on believing that their only danger was to acknowledge the reality of these signs.

Don't bargain with them, Jamie,' said the old man again. 'Don't help them, don't believe them, don't let them live one moment beyond what it takes to destroy them safely. No matter what they tell you, about why it is so necessary that you help them do whatever it is they're asking you to help them do. They are lying.

Without shelter, we stand in daylight." "Without shelter, we feel ourselves likely to die.

If that is our nature, then nature is madness. These are more dangerous times than we ever have known.

The second guy moved the gun, trying to track me, the movements overlarge and shaking. Then, maybe because he saw the cool bead I was drawing on him, his nerve broke. He started shooting in a spray-and-pray pattern, his eyes closed, his body hunching forward involuntarily. Pffft. Pffft. Pffft. Small clouds of dust kicked up along the concrete around me, puffing out lazily in my adrenalized slow-motion vision. I heard the sounds of ricochets. Someone screamed.

The Sibyl informs him that it is, in fact, quite simple to get to the world of the dead. The problem is getting back:

It seemed to him that if the wrong man stepped into the marriage-loop with a woman, it was a noose instead of a ring.

life is risk. All who inhabit the Earth inhale peril with each breath.

Never throw caution to the wind. It could whip back into your eyes and blind you.

The basic reality," Sandman told the New York Times, "is that the risks that scare people and the risks that kill people are very different.

riesgo = peligro + escándalo.