Best 1639 quotes in «danger quotes» category

Wisdom makes it even more likely that you will be exposed to the danger of fornication.

Within Hobbes’ depiction of the motives for conflict. . . there is a problematic in which the grave threat that human beings pose to other human beings is not constituted simply by the structures of human passions, interests, and desires, nor by the addition of a self-deceptive and egotistical desire for recognition and proof of one’s perhaps illusory power. In this moment, it is the very rationality of other humans, reason in the broad sense, understood as roughly equal to oneself in both capacity and structure, that poses such a threat

Without a measure of anger against injustice, a person, a society or a whole nation would have to live perpetually under the bondage of injustice.

Wo aber die Gefahr ist, wächst, Das Rettende auch. But where danger is, salvation also blooms.

women learn to sense who danger looks like just by catching another woman's eye from across a crowded room.

Worse still, it isn’t actually necessary to look to space for petrifying danger. As we are about to see, Earth can provide plenty of danger of its own.

Xenophobia is a fear or hatred of someone or something foreign, unfamiliar or strange, the perception of a stranger as incomprehensible and perplexing thereby leading to hostility and violence

Xenophobia is typical of a monocultural society

Y a- t- il une partie de lui qui espère que s’il prend en filature ce mec super baraqué, possiblement dangereux et qui mijote certainement un sale coup, il pourra reconquérir Wylie ? Absolument. Sait-il que c’est idiot ? Oui. Dommage que ça ne l’arrête pas.

Yes, it was dangerous, but we are not put into this world, Mr. Burton, to avoid danger when an important fellow creature's life is at stake. You understand me?

You and I are to be a true member of the provoked generation.

Yet one must also recognize that morality is based on ideas and that all ideas are dangerous—dangerous because ideas can only lead to action and where the action leads no man can say.

You are a lawmaker in your own right.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees Excerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace Willows Coming this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.

You can be a person with a strong passion or holy anger and be furious in a way that will make the society safer, godly, with social justice and equity.

You can become a shining light for others.

You can be in the vanguard of those that bring a change to the community and to the nation as a whole.

You are not entitled to stand or speak on behalf of the people or society, except that you are already provoked.

You cannot put yours and yourself in danger just to overcome your fear.

You can’t move forward with your life until you make peace with your past.

You had better not open that door.

You end up with a machine which knows that by its mildest estimate it must have terrible enemies all around and within it, but it can't find them. It therefore deduces that they are well-concealed and expert, likely professional agitators and terrorists. Thus, more stringent and probing methods are called for. Those who transgress in the slightest, or of whom even small suspicions are harboured, must be treated as terrible foes. A lot of rather ordinary people will get repeatedly investigated with increasing severity until the Government Machine either finds enemies or someone very high up indeed personally turns the tide... And these people under the microscope are in fact just taking up space in the machine's numerical model. In short, innocent people are treated as hellish fiends of ingenuity and bile because there's a gap in the numbers.

You have a right to have a godly anger to bring about change, godliness and justice in the society.

You have received a mandate not given by man, but given and empowered by God, to bring justice to the people and godliness on the earth.

You haven't lived a full life until you have been in a very tough situation when you thought you were going to die. War does that to you.

You have to be willing to wander in the dark to find a distant light.

You have to live intentionally as one with a unique purpose and determination.

You have to take the place of an outside observer, the third fair-minded person

You know those guys who say 'danger is my middle name'? I bet if you looked on their driver's licence it would probably say 'Melvin' or something.

You have to discover what makes you different in your society.

You have to understand the complexity of an issue, the intricacy of the cause-effect relationship involved and the mutual influence of many contradictory processes that exist

You know nothing of this world, and now you mean to go out and die in it?

...you look the truth in the face - not the truth that has fangs and fur but the hard truth about yourself, that you're just as dangerous as the beings the rest of the people fear but you can't afford to be as honest about it. You can't tell those people that you'll make deals with what they fear in order to keep them sage from the monsters who look just like them.

You must be determined to overcome the insults of the ungodliness of this world with the weapon of the light inside of you.

You may be the change and light needed by others, to shine on their path.

You must build and develop a greater force on the inside of you, in this way, you will be able to speak and stand against ungodliness and injustice in the land.

You must not allow the hurt of the past to haunt or hinder you from fulfilling and performing your duties as one who has a passion to impact his society and make a change.

You need to carefully consider every word you hear or read

You need to discover something that will impact humanity.

You need to encourage yourself especially if you know you are on the path of significance.

Your anger and fury at ungodliness and injustice around you is a license given to you to fulfill a purpose.

Your anger against every form of insult and oppression must be out of love.

Your anger towards ungodliness, towards injustice and the likes, will create a hunger in you to fulfill a particular purpose meant for you.

You must refuse to succumb to every ungodliness and injustice.

You quit? I thought you said it was too dangerous to quit, Alex. You said people who try to get out die." "I almost did. If it weren't for Gary Frankel, I probably wouldn't have made it. . . ." "Gary Frankel?" The nicest, geekiest guy in school? For the first time I scan Alex's face and see a faint, new scar above his eye and nasty ones by his ear and neck. "Oh, God! W-what did they d-do to you?" He takes my hand and places it on his chest. His eyes are intense and dark, like they were the first time I noticed him in the parking lot that first day of school senior year. "It took me a long time to realize I needed to fix everything The choices I made. The gang. Bein' beaten to within an inch of my life and branded like cattle was nothin' compared to losin' you. If I could take back every word I said in the hospital, I would. I thought if I pushed you away, I'd be protectin' you from what happened to Paco and my dad." He looks up and his eyes pierce mine. "I'll never push you away again, Brittany. Ever. I swear." Beaten? Branded? I'm feeling sick to my stomach and tears sting my eyes. "Shh." He puts his arms around me, rubbing his hands across my back. "It's all right. I'm okay," he chants over and over again, his voice catching.

Your resources could go to where your hands could not reach.

You’re not touching us,’” Eve said, and raised her voice. “Shane! Shane, get your ass up here now!’” There was a touch of panic in her voice, although she was putting on a good front. Her hands were shaking where they gripped the hockey stick. The man glided around the end of the bed, prowling like a cat. Six feet tall, at least, and as broad as two of Eve, maybe bigger. His bare arms were ripped with muscle. His blue eyes looked shallow and hungry. Claire heard the thump of footsteps outside, and then a bang as Shane fetched up against the locked door. He rattled the knob and pounded hard. “Eve! Eve, open up!’” “She’s busy!’” the biker yelled, and laughed. “Oh yeah, gonna be real busy.’” “No!’” Shane screamed it, and the door shook with the strength of the blows he put into it. “Stay away from them!

Your level of knowledge determines if you can be a priest for God or not.

Your shadow is bought and paid for, and your death will not remit that payment. You can go shadowless into the shadowless world, and your death will only be one last dark thing on my long dark road. It will hurt me but I do not care. It is all but over.

Your right in a civilized society is to have freedom.