Space travel sounds rather perilous.

But the journeys would be perilous.

His parents died during the siege.

Page ten. French Break Communist Siege.

And you say you're from Leningrad and been under the siege...

We'll lay siege to the castle and bring back his head!

And he is again a fugitive, searching for the end of a perilous road.

Siege of the Tuileries when Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette were captured.

He tightens the siege on the death zone with a single devastating shot.

The Second Siege is the dogma encrusted in our minds, capable of maniatarnos up death.

In the Siege of Toulon he was able to use artillery effectively to suppress a rebellion.

But there was another population that was affected the 40,000 fetuses in utero during the siege.

You know, when they laid siege to a city... they would surround it with hanged corpses.

What it was, was the 20th anniversary of the siege, the beginning of the siege of Sarajevo, and I don't like the word anniversary, because it sounds like a party, and this was not a party.

The siege went on for three and a half years, and it was a siege without water, without power, without electricity, without heat, without food, in the middle of Europe, in the middle of the 20th century.

He said, they would have been able to stop the siege if only they had good artillery.

From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms

For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. You, to remove that siege of grief from her,

The UK is a net food importer by a long shot, so this is a... This is a very perilous situation.

This is a photograph that shows a hatchling about to taste saltwater for the very first time beginning this long and perilous journey.

At one point during the 60 hour siege, the terrorists were going room to room trying to find additional victims.

And then on May 5th, 1945, the siege came to a sudden end when Holland was liberated by the Allies.

There is no way out of the siege except to take the bull by the horns and let God judge the outcome.

The opening of the Nazi's siege was followed by one of the harshest winters in decades so cold the water in the canals froze solid.

They will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of all our potential once was, how perilous our infancy, how humble our beginnings, how many rivers we had to cross before we found our way.

During this 60 hour siege on Mumbai, 10 men armed not just with weapons, but with technology, were able to bring a city of 20 million people to a standstill.

During the Mumbai siege, terrorists were so dependent on technology that several witnesses reported that as the terrorists were shooting hostages with one hand, they were checking their mobile phone messages in the very other hand.

Decades after the Hunger Winter, researchers documented that people whose mothers were pregnant during the siege have more obesity, more diabetes and more heart disease in later life than individuals who were gestated under normal conditions.

So here we have this incredible field, which has enormous hope for humanity, but much like IVF over 35 years ago, until the birth of a healthy baby, Louise, this field has been under siege politically and financially.

As a trope, the Damsel in Distress is a plot device in which a female character is placed in a perilous situation from which she cannot escape on her own and must be rescued by a male character, usually providing the core incentive or motivation for the protagonist's quest.

I had the honor of being one of those reporters that lived through that siege, and I say I have the honor and the privilege of being there because it's taught me everything, not just about being a reporter, but about being a human being.

They've come thousands of miles on a perilous trip, risked life, health and property, spent months of the most arduous labor a man can perform and at length with expectations raised to the highest pitch have reached the coveted goal only to discover the fact that there is nothing here for them.

And the thing that struck me the most, that broke my heart, was walking down the main street of Sarajevo, where my friend Aida saw the tank coming 20 years ago, and in that road were more than 12,000 red chairs, empty, and every single one of them symbolized a person who had died during the siege, just in Sarajevo, not in all of Bosnia, and it stretched from one end of the city to a large part of it, and the saddest for me were the tiny little chairs for the children.