#peril

How few, since the foundation of the world, have found themselves in a position environed with public perils so numerous, oppressed with responsibilities so high and solemn, as yourself! ↗

— Robert Dale Owen

#found #foundation #high #how #numerous

When you face the perils of weariness, carelessness, and confusion, don't pray for an easier life. Pray instead to be a stronger man or woman of God. ↗

— Luis Palau

#confusion #easier #face #god #instead

Reading, solitude, idleness, a soft and sedentary life, intercourse with women and young people, these are perilous paths for a young man, and these lead him constantly into danger. ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#danger #him #idleness #intercourse #into

Electricity, the peril the wind sings to in the wires on a gray day. ↗

— Janet Frame

#electricity #gray #peril #sings #wind

There is something feeble and a little contemptible about a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help of comfortable myths. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#cannot #comfortable #contemptible #face #feeble

Look back, and smile on perils past. ↗

— Walter Scott

#back #look #past #perils

And I think detente had manifestly failed, and that the pursuit of it was encouraging Soviet expansion and rendering the world more dangerous, and especially rendering the Western world in greater peril. ↗

— Jeane Kirkpatrick

#detente #encouraging #especially #expansion #failed

Dull would be the man who should merely tolerate this plan of social industry. Weak would be the position of him who should take an apologetic tone in defending it, or present its claims in a merely negative way, by exposing the evils and perils of the socialistic plan. ↗

— John Bates Clark

#claims #defending #dull #evils #exposing

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#criticism #oscar-wilde #peril #read #surface

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#anger