There are few situations
There are few situations in life that cannot be resolved promptly, and to the satisfaction of all concerned, by either suicide, a bag of gold, or thrusting a despised antagonist over a precipice on a dark night Ernest Bramah
Precipice
Do you ever dangle
Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home? Ellen Hopkins
Certainly something had happened
Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some precipice and now I was falling, as in a dream slowly, even as I continued to hold the thermometer in my hand, een as I stood with the soles of my slippers on … Read more
Let no man trust
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends. Edward Young
And because our reason
And because our reason violently deters us from the brink, therefore, do we the more impetuously approach it. There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him, who shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a plunge. To indulge for a moment, in any attempt at thought, is to … Read more
There is no passion
There is no passion in nature so demoniacally impatient, as that of him who, shuddering upon the edge of a precipice, thus meditates a Plunge. Edgar Allan Poe
When religion and politics
When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movements become headlong – faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thoughts of obstacles and forget the precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it’s to late. Frank … Read more
He who would not
He who would not fall off the precipice must not venture too near the edge. Frances J Roberts
Draw your chair up
Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story. F. Scott Fitzgerald
We stand on a
We stand on a precipice, then before a chasm, and as we wait it becomes higher, wider, deeper, but I am crazy enough to think it doesn’t matter which way we leap because when we leap we will have learned to fly. Is that blasphemy or faith? Diane Arbus