Quotes About Protection

There was a time for slaying dragons, and a time for holding on to someone and making the terror go away.

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

an took one step closer to Hart. Though he kept his eyes averted, there was no mistaking the anger in his stance and his voice. "She is my wife, under my protection. The only way I will let you do anything against this marriage is if you declare me a lunatic again." Hart flushed dull red. "Ian, listen to me—" "I want her as my wife, and she stays my wife." Ian softened his voice a notch. "She is a Mackenzie now. Treat her as one.

He knew Fionn had her back, and that fact warmed him. The family that fights rogue Shifters and upstart Fae together . . .

As Mary emerged, he shut the door for her then pulled her into the circle of his arms. He held her, not speaking, his head bowed to her shoulder. They were so fragile, Mary realized, these men. In spite of their physical strength, their bluster, the ear-splitting loudness of their voices, they were vulnerable. Broken if struck the wrong way. They needed someone to love them, to care for them, to keep them whole.

If ye get into trouble, if one of the English soldiers grabs ye, jab this into him, hard as ye can, and run like the devil. Don't be squeamish or hesitate, because he'll do much worse to you." Mary nodded, her eyes grave. "I understand." She did, the little love. Mal pretended to shiver. "Now I know why Englishmen don't let their ladies fight alongside them. The women would take over in a heartbeat.

It's all right," he said with the wisdom of his ten years. "He's a polar bear, like me. I'll take care of him, now.

They guard my chastity every waking minute as if it were purest gold. It's unbearable!

Any instructions?" Carpenter said. "Yeah," Shane said. "Shoot anybody who looks at Agnes funny. And anybody else you don't like. I'm getting tired of this shi*." "Somebody needs a hug," Carpenter said. "Humor," Shane said. "Har.

He had to hide his heart. It was the only way he could survive!

She was safe. She was warm and well fed. She was furious.

No. I just don't want to be a detective. They figure out what happened after the fact, when it's too late. I want to prevent it from happening.

I'm not stalking her," I insisted. "I'm making sure she's safe. Besides, how could you stalk Lori McGillicuddy? She'd see you and come out to your truck and say, "Hi, I'm Lori. Are you my stalker? It's so neat to meet you! While you're stuck here watching my every move, can I bring you anything? Sweet tea?

Hit him." "Don't make her do that," Hunter told Tommy. "She'll break her hand.

Sarcasm was a weapon for children.

I'm sorry and I believe in you and I'll always be near you, protecting you, and I will never leave you, I'll be curled around your heart for the rest of your life.

The keep is the place where everyone holed up if the castle got invaded.

Danny used to think of his heart as that strong place, but now he had a better word: the keep. His own keep, inside him, where his treasures would be hidden in case the castle was invaded.

Dexter's ultimate job being the protection of his boss's gargantuan illegal earnings from the arachnid appetite of the Bureau of Internal Revenue. No man had the power to intimidate Mr. Q., but the mechanistic forces of taxation and audit were another story. Even the great Al Capone had succumbed. It was the syndicate no syndicate could beat

She was careful not to indulge this line of thinking. "I don't remember him," she told Coz. "I have nothing to say." She did this for Coz's protection and her own—they were writing a story of redemption, of fresh beginnings and second chances. But in that direction lay only sorrow.

You kneel beside her, breathing the familiar smell of Sasha's sleep, whispering into her ear some mix of I'm sorry and I believe in you and I'll always be near you, protecting you, and I will never leave you, I'll be curled around your heart for the rest of your life, until the water pressing my shoulders and chest crushes me awake and I hear Sasha screaming into my face: Fight! Fight! Fight!

I've led a sheltered, virtuous life," she said.

Is it? I thought. Is it really better if I talk about it? Isn't keeping this hidden the only way I can protect you, can protect this family? Isn't that my job, taking care of us? Sometimes you can do that better with silence than with words.

They repented their manifold sins and then fled out to buy amulets and astrological signs against the scourge.