Accidents Quote by Jennifer Weiner

In Cambodian culture the male figure in the family is important; when you lose your husband you lose your economic ability to survive.

— Chath Piersath

“It's like the Vatican's porn collection," Zeb told her. "Safe in our hands.”

— Margaret Atwood

“They told you that you were safe. They told you lies. You are weak and defeated. For the price of one helicopter, we have…

— Thomas Waite

“There are all kinds of things that can scare you every day. What if someone you know gets cancer? What if something happens to…

— Brenna Yovanoff

“I can explain myself: If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. I’m not joking. You’ve been told to…

— Emilie Autumn

“Someone A man worn down by time, a man who does not even expect death (the proofs of death are statistics and everyone runs…

— Jorge Luis Borges

“A habit that forms from this is that I can ask Eric questions when he is asleep. Once I hear the first snore, I…

— Weike Wang

When you were growing up, your mom and dad told you to look both ways before crossing the street or not to get into…

— Chris DeWolfe

Lady crossing the street, not paying attention, almost got hit. Turns to husband & screams, 'Why didn't YOU watch where I was going?!'

— Kal Penn

“Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected, the angry,…

— Mark Capell

“Thanks to my mother, I was raised to have a morbid imagination. When I was a child, she often talked about death as warning,…

— Amy Tan

“Do you feel it? It’s a heightening of the senses, the kind that immobilizes a cat crossing the street, transfixed by the blinding headlights…

— Psyche Roxas-Mendoza

“More data—such as paying attention to the eye colors of the people around when crossing the street—can make you miss the big truck.”

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

This week I realized my dad will make you cry in the store if you make him mad. Also when your crossing the street…

— Anonymous

“It was one of those great iron afternoons in London: the yellow sun being teased apart by a thoasand chimneys breathing, fawning upward without…

— Thomas Pynchon