Quotes About Protection

If you make them tiny, and you have to because the pages are only about this big, then everything changes. It's like they come to life by themselves. Then you have to draw in all these different details for them. You have to think about how they'd protect themselves, how they'd reach things.

He gave me something that day... something I wanted to protect. And when it was taken from me I learned how small I was. I vowed to never again care for someone so much, I couldn't bear to lose them.

And stop doing that," he said. "Backing away, giving me that look." Like you're scaring me? Maybe you are." He stepped back so fast he wobbled and caught himself, and the look on his face—It vanished in a second, the scowl returning. I'd never hurt you, Chloe. You should know—" He stopped. Paused. Then wheeled and started walking away. "Next time? Handle it yourself. I'm done taking care of you.

Derek lunged. He hit me in the shoulder and knocked me to the floor, landing on top of me. His body jerked, like he'd been hit with the spell, and I let out a yelp, struggling to get up, but he held me down, whispering I'm okay, it's okay until the words penetrated.

Now, I was well aware that certain sports required certain modes of dress for protection, but I failed to see how wearing a sleeveless blouse on the course qualified as a safety hazard. God forbid the sight of my bare shoulders should send male golfers into a tizzy, knocking balls everywhere.

Rafe grinned. So we are dating? No. You have to pass the parental exam first. It'll take you awhile to compile the data. They'd like it in triplicate. I turned to my parents. We have Kenji. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need. Dad chocked on his coffee.

And the bad guys love to pick on the defenseless necromancer. This time, though, I swear I won't get kidnapped or possessed. ~Jaime Vegas

You will leave her alone," Gabriel said. "One way or another." "That sounds like a death threat, Walsh." "Then you lack imagination.

In Cainsville, town elders still hold power. They'll protect you.

I'm going to need to save you. Excuse me? No one needs- I'm saving you, so shut up and be grateful.

Switchblade, I said. Nice. I could use one of those. That's not enough? He whispered, pointing at my gun. It does the job, if the job us to kill. I need a backup that's not always so lethal. You could try getting yourself into fewer situations where you need a weapon.

Nothing says 'I love you' like 'I tracked down this guy for you to kill

There's one you don't see in the movies. Nothing says 'I love you' like 'I tracked down this guy for you to kill.

Jeremy shifted to the left, blocking my view of Clay, as if we were Siamese fighting fish that wouldn't attack if we couldn't see each other.

Her niece had the parenting skills of a … Rose didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Any creature in nature so incapable of caring for its young would have died out centuries ago.

And they certainly wouldn't take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

I'll carry him. We can't leave drag marks or anything, and we'll need to bury him right away, so no dogs find him. Bury who? said a voice beside me. I jumped so high, my heart rammed into my throat. Chloe? Derek said again. It's L-Liam. His ghost. Liam stopped. Ghost? He looked at me, then at his body, on the ground. He swore.

We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't yet officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need." Dad choked on his coffee. Mom waved us to the door. "Go. Have fun. Dinner will be at six thirty.

She picked up a stick and began idling poking around a patch of bare earth. Then she wrote "Don't be stupid." She erased it, doodled a bit, then wrote, "I'm fine." I hesitated, but she was right. It was a trap and my chances of foiling it were slim to none. If I got caught, could I trust Daniel not to come after me? No. Could I trust Corey and Sam to make it to safety alone? No.

I stopped. He looked at the distance between us and lifted his brows. "This seems close enough," I said. "For safety's sake." "Safe from the branch breaking? Or from me?

I grabbed her and held her close, whispering, "Shhh," as I kept looking and listening. Kenjii nudged me, as if to say, That's no welcome.

Next the guys were heading out to find a house we could hole up in--someplace the Cabals wouldn't expect to find us. Sam's leg wasn't up to scouting, and Rafe thought I should stay with her, take a break, get a hot shower, and put on the fresh clothes I'd brought from home. That may have been his nice way of saying I really needed that shower.

We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren't officially dating, I'm sure you'll agree that's all the protection we need.

When Becka was a kid, she kept a suitcase under the bed. The suitcase was full of things that were to be rescued in case of an earthquake or a fire or murderers. The suitcase's secondary function was using up some of the dangerous, dark space under the bed which might otherwise have been inhabited by monsters or dead people. Here be suitcases.