#jump

Unquestionably, it was going to be highly dangerous. Yet I felt it was quite natural to jump at the task. After all, if you don't like action and excitement, you don't go into police work. And, what the hell, I figured, nobody lives forever! ↗

— Eliot Ness

#after #dangerous #excitement #felt #figured

Capo, my first golden retriever, so loved to swim she once jumped off a cliff to get into Lake Superior. ↗

— Sara Paretsky

#first #get #golden #into #jumped

Number one is that it just scares people! Your hair is standing up on your arms, or at least that there's a few moments when you're jumping. That's what makes it a good horror movie. ↗

— Gina Philips

#few #good #hair #horror #horror movie

I am very grateful to God everyday that my eyes flutter open and I can jump out of that bed! ↗

— Jerry Reed

#bed #everyday #eyes #god #grateful

With our Reserve and Guard units playing increasingly important roles in the war on terror and in Iraq, it is unacceptable to make them jump through any unnecessary hurdles. ↗

— Pat Roberts

#guard #hurdles #important #important roles #increasingly

I jump out of perfectly good airplanes, and it's a great thrill and it allows me to share in the dangers that our great men and women in uniform share in on a regular basis. ↗

— Hugh Shelton

#basis #dangers #good #great #great men

There is something revolting about the way girls' minds often jump to marriage long before they jump to love. And most of those minds are shut to what marriage really means. ↗

— Dodie Smith

#before #jump #long #love #marriage

I kind of like the challenge of jumping into totally different spaces and styles and figuring out how to fit in. ↗

— Hugo Weaving

#different #figuring #fit #how #i

Wise men are not pacifists; they are merely less likely to jump up and retaliate against their antagonizers. They know that needless antagonizers are virtually already insecure enough. ↗

— Criss Jami

#antagonistic #discernment #foolishness #insecure #insecurity

I told her about my revenge on Topper the attempted rapist and the guy at the transient's hotel in  Brooklyn, and, finally, I told her about stealing the money. "You did what?" She sat straight up in her chair, her eyes wide, her mouth open. "Shhh." Other diners were staring at us, frozen in silent tableau, some with forks or spoons halfway  to mouth. Millie was blinking her eyes rapidly. Much quieter, she said, "You robbed a bank?" "Shhh." My ears were burning. "Don't make a scene." "Don't shush me! I didn't rob a bank." Fortunately she whispered it. The waiter walked up then and took our drink order. Millie ordered a vodka martini. I asked  for a glass of white wine. I didn't know if it would help, but I figured it couldn't hurt. "A million dollars?" she said, after the waiter left. "Well, almost." "How much of it is left?" "Why?" She blushed. "Curiosity. I must look like a proper little gold digger." "About eight hundred thousand." "Dollars!" The man at the next table spilled his water. "Christ, Millie. You want me to leave you here? You're fifteen hundred miles away from  home you know. ↗

— Steven Gould

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