Quotes About Rescue

In some unquantifiable way, too, you believe Lowry's approach is pushing the Southern Reach farther away from the answers. Like an astronaut headed into the oblivion of vast and empty space who, in flailing about, only speeds up the moment when he is beyond rescue.

Every victim of human trafficking needs a hero.

Olivina is very old school when it comes to traditions, so you leading the rescue was a bit much for her, but personally I thought what you did was very valiant.

Devin, stay back! I've got this!" Heath says as he struggles to break free. I wave the pearl necklace higher. "It's a nice, sparkly necklace," I say. "So which do you want? Shiny jewelry or a smelly prince?" The harpy drops Heath to the floor and grabs the jewelry. Heath looks up at me in surprise. "You're welcome," I say...

She'd died, been saved from the river Styx, and been offered the chance to become a god all in one day. It was a lot to swallow for any girl.

Eat me if thou must, good dragon, but please take me to where it is dry first!

She can never tell him what she started to say: that we come to love those who save us. For although Anna does this is true, the word that sick in her throat was not save by shame.

How could she tell him that we come to love those who save us?

She can never tell him what she started to say: that we come to love those who save us. For although Anna does believe this is true, the word that stuck in her throat was not save but shame.

Perhaps I can't save them from themselves," Beth answered. "But I will try to save them from you." Fellows

Now I know why Englishmen don't let their ladies fight alongside them. The women would take over in a heartbeat." Mary squeezed his arm in the darkness. "Don't be silly." "'Tis true, and the English bastards know it. That's why they write laws t' keep their women tamed. And why I keep having to rescue ye." "You mean abducting me." Mal heaved a mock sigh. "Well, we're never going to see eye to eye on that.

There were lines about those eyes, of fatigue, grief, dirt in the creases, but his expression was one of good humor. "Good Lord, you did steal her." "She came willingly," Mal said. "Well, willingly enough.

Never around when you needed them, heroes.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

The skin-and-bones dog who shows up at your door. The broken-winged bird you nurse back to health. The kitten you find crying at the side of the road. You think you're saving them, don't you? Ah, child. Can't you see? They're saving you.

Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.

She was sorry for all the grim-tale girls locked in lonely towers. Trapped in sugar houses. Lost in the dark woods, with a huntsman coming to cut out their hearts.

She wrapped her hands around the bars, tears welling in her eyes. She'd been wrong, so wrong. Captain Krause and his men hadn't been pursuing her to hurt her; they'd been trying to rescue her

By then I'd been watching shadow selves for many years. They'd rescued me from boredom, from sadness. From tables full of rich, awful people. They'd given depth to the shallow, dimensions to the simpleminded. Mystery to the blatant. They were my own secret project. But Z knew about them, too. He was looking for mine. A spy. Like me.

Right. You're Kali. Of course you're planning a rescue mission. Stupid self-sacrifice is kind of your thing.

The knight returns with the damsel in distress," Jameson declared as I made my way toward him. He glanced toward Grayson. "You're the damsel." "I figured

Most people thought that training animals was about obedience and control. But in reality, the center of any search and rescue training program was play. For the dog, searching was a game. Animals who had a strong play drive would keep playing indefinitely—through ice and snow, over hard terrain, for hours upon hours—until the game was won. Until they found their target.

Lexie and I made little paper boats like that and sent them down the canal that flowed to the stream. She'd write messages inside them, hoping they would get carried far away, be picked up by a stranger who would read: I'm being held prisoner, send help, please! This is a note from the other side of the world. Everything is upside down here.

You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself.