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73bfb06
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No one is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart: for his purity, by definition, is unassailable.
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purity
dangerous
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James Baldwin |
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6f1ca0b
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"Two people whose opinion I respect told me that the word "Christian" would turn people off. This certainly says something about the state of Christianity today. I wouldn't mind if to be a Christian were accepted as being the dangerous thing which it is; I wouldn't mind if, when a group of Christians meet for bread and wine, we might well be interrupted and jailed for subversive activities; I wouldn't mind if, once again, we were being thrown to the lions. I do mind, desperately, that the word "Christian" means for so many people smugness, and piosity, and holier-than-thouness. Who today can recognize a Christian because of "how those Christians love one another?"
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love
subversive
dangerous
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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e30ec40
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Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.
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death
flies
whisper
soft
kings
speak
dangerous
die
monsters
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George R.R. Martin |
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03d1570
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Whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom
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young-adult
dark
fiction
enemies
dangerous
prince-cardan
jude
faerie
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Holly Black |
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8d6cc05
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We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for. That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because houses must have walls and rooftops for a reason. My only query is the windows. Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out?
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windows
houses
small
wolves
dangerous
stories
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Markus Zusak |
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95b7703
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Guard your mortal heart.
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young-adult
dark
fantasy
cruel
dangerous
prince-cardan
jude
locke
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Holly Black |
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0c5d072
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They may not look dangerous, but if angered [bowtruckles] will gouge out human eyes with their fingers, which, as you can see, are very sharp and not at all desirable near the eyeballs.
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eyeballs
gouge
creatures
dangerous
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J.K. Rowling |
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7e7a09d
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Harden your heart.
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dark
fantasy
dangerous
elfham
prince-cardan
jude
faerie
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Holly Black |
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0629cfd
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The Amy of today was abrasive enough to want to hurt, sometimes. I speak specifically of the Amy of today, who was only remotely like the woman I fell in love with. It had been an awful fairy-tale reverse transformation. Over just a few years, the old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the east ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and out stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy. My wife was no longer my wife but a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of solving Amy. When I'd hold up the bloody stumps, she'd sigh and turn to her secret mental notebook on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings. My old Amy, damn, she was fun. She was fun. She made me laugh. I'd forgotten that. And she laughed, From the bottom of her throat, from right behind that small finger-shaped hollow, which is the best place to laugh from. She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.
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change
love
misperception
wife
dangerous
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Gillian Flynn |
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bf1aaec
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A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of a well-read man?
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reading
dangerous
oppression
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Ray Bradbury |
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40bd58b
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"My men are my references. They're waiting outside for the books. They're dangerous." "Men like that always are."
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books
burn
dangerous
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Ray Bradbury |
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03bb5c5
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The glass candle is meant to represent truth and learning, rare and beautiful and fragile things. It is made in the shape of a candle to remind us that a maester must cast light wherever he serve, and it is a sharp to remind us that knowledge can be dangerous.
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knowledge
dangerous
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George R.R. Martin |
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1adb6c9
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People never like pollution, it has become very wrong to like pollution at all. But just like there are good and bad things about people, there are good and bad things about pollution. If people were pollution we would get rid of anyone who was different, anyone who was considered an inconvenience... but we'd be getting rid of a life, a lot of lives... because we didn't like them. If pollution was a person would we still be trying to get rid of it? Would we have environmentalists still complaining and protesting and trying to get rid of all pollution?
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earth
people
human
death
hope
life
hippie
litter
plants
smog
environmentalism
garbage
environment
canada
pollution
animals
help
scary
water
dangerous
mental-illness
evil
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Rebecca McNutt |
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a122a35
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"People should be more careful about what they read to their kids," Park said. "Some of this stuff sounds dangerous."
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kids
read
danger
dangerous
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Jennifer Crusie |
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a68af5b
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Anywhere is dangerous if you carry danger with you.
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inner-turmoil
troubled
the-message-to-the-planet
iris-murdoch
dangerous
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Iris Murdoch |
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561677a
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He had seen bigger men than he with mummy's handkerchief clutched in on hand and a bloody dagger in the other.
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men
love
psycho
dagger
mom
sweet
dangerous
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Eoin Colfer |
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1863f33
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"We keep sending colonies up into space," Akilah says, "and we don't even know what's at the bottom of the sea." "Yeah, we do," I counter. "Fish and stuff." Akilah laughs. "We've barely explored the sea. There are places where the water is so deep that it has never seen light." She sighs. "I would like to go to those places. I would like to sink down and down and down and see what's hidden at the bottom." The sea is a dangerous place because it makes you believe in forever. I stare back at the shoreline, where heavy boulders clutter the shore, a remembrance of the attacks during the Secessionary War. For all the hundreds of thousands of people killed in the war, more are dead and gone beneath the waves of the sea. I tread water, turning slowly, so the island's behind me and all I can see is the blue-green waters. The sea goes on forever and ever. We are tiny, almost invisible specks. It could swallow us up. We are less than the bright stars of the night sky, compared to the vastness of the sea. And it is this place, as one tiny, barely visible speck bobbing in the water, where Akilah feels safe. Maybe being alone in the sea, with its unexplored depths, its clawing-finger waves, really is safer compared to the land, where there are people and malice and death."
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earth
death
life
below-the-sea
ella-shepard
ground
waves
sea
dangerous
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Beth Revis |
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9926c7f
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There is another dangerous component to armed robberies, one that I could never understand. I noticed some time ago that with each robbery I committed there was an intense out of control anger that gripped me. It was as if I was there to get something that was inherently mine, and I came to take it by force. I've heard many stories directly from individuals about how they just burst into stores with their guns drawn. They would be shouting at people, gun butting them sometimes for no reason at all. One individual told me that he ran into a store and jump kicked a fella who just stood there. The only reason he was kicked is that he was there. It's as if once you've overridden your conscience of going through with the act, it is replaced with anger and a level of brutality that is usually reserved for when you are fighting for your life. This, to me, is what makes armed robberies so dangerous--because the slightest provocation or any sudden movement by anyone could lead to them being shot or killed. It is always an extremely delicate and dicey situation, because the armed robber is pulling the trigger out of fear more than anything else.
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arm-robbers
be-aware
inherently
out-of-control
staying-calm
violent-crimes
cold-blooded
arm-robbery
provocation
brutality
shouting
dangerous
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Drexel Deal |
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062ff0e
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Joining a gang is like sky diving without a parachute. Oh, at first it's all fun, as you take on gravity in a thrilling and exhilarating free fall towards earth. The truth is, anything that is risky and dangerous always starts out as fun. But the odds are always stacked in gravity's favor, for you will eventually come face to face with the earth, and mother earth always wins those battles. The same thing can be said about being in a gang.
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fun
church-youth-group
early-death
exhilarating
free-fall
gang-involvement
joy-ride
parachute
risky-behaviors
sky-diving
thrilling
youngsters
thug-life
joining-a-gang
end-result
at-risk-communities
at-risk-youth
crime-prevention
gang-intervention
gang-members
community-policing
youth-clubs
youth-programs
mother-earth
consequence
street-life
risk-taking
excitement
dangerous
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Drexel Deal |
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8cd4ef4
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I think it's the whole 'bad boy who's so good but destined to break your heart' fantasy. Which doesn't sound like much of a fantasy when you put the broken heart part in the picture, but it is. It so is.
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fantasy
heart
broken-heart
running
dangerous
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Lisa Renee Jones |
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1443235
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"There would be repercussions should I not return." Montgomery's eyes widened, blue and guileless. "You see, this is the difference between you and me. When you make a statement like that, you think it will sway me. It doesn't. I. Don't. . I could kill you as easily as stepping on an ant and with less remorse. Perhaps I'd face your repercussions on the morrow. Perhaps not. But that is for the sunrise. Tonight the shadows reign and the blood is singing in my veins. My very muscles tremble with the urge to carve the meat from your bones. Tell me"- he swept wide his arms- "who in this whole dissolute world is to dissuade me from my pleasures?" Standing barefoot in his purple silk banyan, books scattered at his feet in the flickering light of a few candles, still holding that jeweled, curving dagger, he might've been some druidic priest, born before history was written. Before men knew human sacrifice was forbidden. Bridget found herself with her hand on his arm. How it had happened she could hardly think. Had it been daylight, had she been better rested, been better prepared, had at least one cup of tea inside her, she would've had better control over herself. As it was, she was left with the act already done and the duke staring at her with his dangerous, mad eyes. She swallowed, her lips trembling, and lifted her chin. "Don't. Please." He cocked his head as though hearing a new song. Or a sound he'd never heard before at all. Something alien and strange."
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val-napier
dangerous
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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8fff176
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"Being called "dangerous" by a cat could mean a great many things, but it was generally delivered as something of a compliment."
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dangerous
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Jim Butcher |
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ef2f48c
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"Let's get out of here. You and me, I breathe a sigh of relief as I straddle Julio and Brittany hops on behind me. She wraps her arms around my waist, holding on tight as I speed out of the parking lot. We fly through the streets; which eventually become a blur. I don't even stop when rain starts pouring down. "Can we stop now?" she yells through the deafening storm. I park under an old abandoned bridge by the lake. Heavy rain pounds the cement surrounding us, but we have our own secluded place. Brittany hops to the ground. "You're a stupid jerk," she says. "You can't deal drugs. It's dangerous and stupid, and you promised me. You'll risk going to jail. Jail, Alex. You may not care, but I do. I won't let you ruin your life." "What do you want to hear?" "Nothing. Everything. Say something so I don't stand here feeling like a complete idiot." "The truth is . . . Brittany, look at me." "I can't," she says as she stares at the pouring rain. "I'm so tired of thinking of every scary scenario." I pull her against me. "Don't think, Everything will work itself out." "But--" "No buts. Trust me." My mouth closes over hers. The smell of rain and cookies eases my nerves. My hand braces the small of her back. Her hands grip my soaked shoulders, urging me on. My hands slide under her shirt, and my fingers trace her belly button. "Come to me," I say, then lift her until she's straddling me over my bike. I can't stop kissing her. I whisper how good she feels to me, mixing Spanish and English with every sentence. I move my lips down her neck and linger there until she leans back and lets me take her shirt off. I can make her forget about the bad stuff. When we're together like this, hell, I can't think of anything else but her."
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kissing
spanish
brittany-ellis
intimate
stupid
dangerous
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Simone Elkeles |
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55f7960
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Nothing is more dangerous than a place of safety.
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dangerous
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Robert Ferrigno |
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d5a3f8c
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The Nazis may write like schoolboys, but they're capable of anything. That's just why they're so dangerous. People laugh at them, right up to the last moment...
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political
isherwood
nazi
nazis
dangerous
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Christopher Isherwood |
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3a8152c
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"I will not expose you to these men." "Give it a rest, Jacques. I mean it. We're in this thing together. I hate to brag and put you at an obvious disadvantage, but I can take more of the sun than you." His hand caressed the nape of her neck. "That doesn't mean I will allow you to be exposed to danger." Shea burst out laughing. "Just being with you is dangerous, you idiot. dangerous." She shook back her hair, her chin lifting a bit defiantly. "In any case, I can feel the vampire and you cannot. Neither, it seems, could Byron. Maybe the others won't be able to either. You need me." Reluctantly Jacques was allowing her to pull him toward the cave entrance. "Why do I never win an argument with you? I cannot allow you to be in danger, yet we are walking into the dawn and facing brutal killers when we are at our lowest strength. In the afternoon, Shea, we will be completely vulnerable, at their mercy, at the mercy of the sun. Both of us will be." "Then we'll just have to be in a safe place by then. Contact the others, Jacques, tell them what's going on." "I think you just want to get out of this cave. You would rather face a vampire and human killers than a few little bats." He tugged at her wild mane of hair. She flashed him a grin over her shoulder. "You've got that right. And don't you ever turn into a bat." She shuddered. "Or a rat." "We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love," he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck. "You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick." The passage was narrowing again, taking her breath. At least Jacques was complying, even if he was grousing a bit."
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never-win
sick-sick-man
jacques-and-shea
haha
dangerous
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Christine Feehan |