Quotes About Rescue

She laid her palm against his bristled cheek. "You're safe," she whispered. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" he growled, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "I was going to save you." He threaded his fingers through her tangled hair. She'd lost her bonnet. She was damn lucky she hadn't lost her life. "You little fool," he rasped in a voice rift with emotion. "You brave little fool.

I think it's just a gash. Hurts like bloody hell, though. Remind me…to never try to rescue you again." "I can't believe the timing, that you stepped in just when I was thrusting. I didn't see you." "I didn't see the knife, so we're even.

And what about you, Frannie? he wanted to ask. Who will save you?

He brought you back. He can steal anything he wants.

Father, thank You for hearing my cry from the pit. I receive Your grace today and stand on the solid ground of Your righteousness. Every time I think of how You rescued me, my mouth can't help but sing Your praise. I love You and am so grateful for You. Let my whole life sing Your song. Amen!

Jesus is there in the midst of the pressure with us, and He's not just standing around with His hands in His pockets. He's there to rescue us when necessary, to protect us at all costs, and to fill our cups to overflowing. We don't need to watch over our shoulders anymore. God prepares a table for us in the midst of our enemies. Jesus is watching them, guarding us, so we can keep our attention fully fixed on the face of the Good Shepherd—Jesus, our Savior.

She never had to save herself. She never knew she could.

Sierra laughed and looked so happy that it touched his heart. It didn't dawn on him until now that she always looked a little sad. And perhaps lost. Well, if she were lost, he had just found her, and he wasn't about to let her go.

He photographed it, but it was kind of hard to make it out, like those 3D pictures I just can't do, Duck Family Rescued From Pool, the fact that the Ackroyds kept finding dead field mice in their little pond, the fact that they came to drink and fell in and couldn't get out, the fact that they should've put in some little mouse stairs.

Heroes don't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they don't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

Heroes did not always swoop in to rescue. They made questionable calls. They lived with doubts. They replayed and edited and imagined different outcomes. They killed, sometimes, to save.

This wasn't the first time he'd be saving her by letting her go.

With my heart racing, I ran in the other direction; leaving the rest of this rescue to people who actually want to be heroes.

He couldn't live a life worth saving, and he couldn't save a life worth living.

I kept hoping, silently, that you would want to save her like you hadn't been able to save yourself.

I thought that if I loved you hard enough, I could move mountains for you; I could make you fly. It didn't matter to me how that happened—just as long as it did. I wasn't thinking of who I might hurt, only who I could rescue.

You, Seven pronounced, are a train wreck of sexual history. But this is inaccurate. A runaway train is an accident. Me, I'll jump in front of the tracks. I'll even tie myself down in front of the speeding engine. There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

Je suis devenu pompier parce que je voulais sauver des gens. Mais j'aurais dû être plus précis. J'aurais dû citer des noms.

But such a fortuitous rescue from ethical bondage is rare indeed.

God could help out of every trouble.

I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.

2. Lake Erie The wisdom to recognize and halt follows the know-how to pollute past rescue.

The wisdom to recognize and halt follows the know-how to pollute past rescue. The treaty's signed, but the cancer ticks in your bones. Until I'd murdered my father and fornicated my mother I wasn't wise enough to see I was Oedipus.

Now I saw in my dream, that just as they had ended this talk they drew near to a very miry slough, that was in the midst of the plain; and they, being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was Despond. Here, therefore, they wallowed for a time, being grievously bedaubed with the dirt; and Christian, because of the burden that was on his back, began to sink in the mire.