Keep in mind that other people's actions can never 'make' you feel any certain way. Feelings are your warning indicators.
The Catholic Church. . . upheld feudalism, then monarchism, warning of growing evils and possible revolutions. In the same manner, and under the same reservations, she now upholds capitalism; but, above all things and forever, she upholds the Catholic Church.
And so in my warnings, I was pointing to a number of incidents around the communion that could undermine our growing sense of communion - of becoming a global communion. So that's why I pointed to New Westminster in Canada, to incidents in the United States, and Sydney itself.
I tended to hate people that hit me in the head without warning.
My first warning is to my government officers to not presume citizens as thieves.
Eating at a new, highly recommended restaurant is like a Very Important Blind Date, a contract with uncertainty you enter into with great expectation battling the cynicism of experience. You sit waiting, wondering about the upcoming moments of revelation. Somewhere in the back of your head is the dour warning that disappointment is inevitable but you don't really believe it or you wouldn't be there. The best eaters are always optimists.
It is a warning, Godspeed. It means you are no longer welcome here at these prices.
The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.
Warning signs that lover is bored: 1. Passionless kisses 2. Frequent sighing 3. Moved, left no forwarding address.
My one purpose in life is to serve as a warning to others.
There seems is predominantly a white person's drug addiction epidemic, so that's why you see white people in our film, Warning: This Drug May Kill You.
Grubb goes back, back. . . He's under the warning track and makes the play.
Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board.
Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.
It is also a warning. It is a warning that, if nobody reads the writing on the wall, man will be reduced to the state of the beast, whom he is shaming by his manners.
So the blind will lead the blind, and the deaf shout warnings to one another until their voices are lost.
You’re not terrified of me. You’re terrified of letting yourself care for me, and I can’t say I blame you. People who love me usually end up dead. But you see, I’m not going to give you any choice. You belong to me now whether you like it or not. ” “I don’t like it, not one bit!” “Try to escape,” he suggested coolly. “Go ahead. See what happens. Give me one excuse to take what I want from you, even if it is against your will. I want you that much. Too damned much. ” He turned without warning and kissed her, flattening her back against the pine mast.
I can analyze people's intentions. Immediately. That's just a warning. To everyone.
Many years ago Rudyard Kipling gave an address at McGill University in Montreal. He said one striking thing which deserves to be remembered. Warning the students against an over-concern for money, or position, or glory, he said
Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition.