Dean Rusk Quotes

There are ogres and black beasts out there; you have to be constantly on guard.

There's a danger in anything that is unfamiliar. That's the world we live in.

I never know if the person I'm shaking hands with is coming to kill me. That's something you have to live with when you cross the lines.

My friend told me I went over to this guy and he pulled a knife.

They look at me and I kind of back up in case they go for my throat.

It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.

Fear is the foundation of safety.

I'm a nice guy, but people want to kill me.

So far I'm still standing on 'Sons of Anarchy' but all the rest of the people on the show have me in their crosshairs so I'm waiting for the bullet in the head.

The truth is this is a very dangerous world.

In truth, men speak too much of danger.

The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on.

We remain essentially a nation under siege.

We live in an unsafe world.

You're always going to have terrorism.

They’re invading.

When your blood runs down the gutters, don't say you were not forewarned of the danger.

I'm always looking over my shoulder.

I like to be with my back against the wall in dangerous situations.

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.

We have to live like people in a web of knives, we mustn't reach out our hands or we get them gashed.

It is the strain of walking around the world-down the street, riding city buses and elevators, moving from place to place to place-and not knowing who might want to destroy you, who might like to fill your heart with poison, who might rob you and stab you, who might stand above you in the dark with a tarantula.

Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?

Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four. Well, too bad for you, anyway," says Eric quietly as he clicks the bullet into its chamber. My lungs burn; I haven't breathed in almost a minute. I see Tobias's hand twitch in the corner of my eye, but my hand is already on my gun. I press the barrel to Eric's forehead. His eyes widen, and his face goes slack, and for a second he looks like another sleeping Dauntless soldier. My index finger hovers over the trigger. "Get your gun away from his head," I say. "You won't shoot me," Eric replies. "Interesting theory. " I say.

Theyʹre shooting at us,ʺ I said incredulously. ʺTheyʹre actually shooting at us!