Quotes About Protection

Love needs no protection; it is its own protection. So long as love begets life no child is deserted, or hungry, or famished for the want of affection. I know this to be true.

If society were only relieved of the waste and expense of keeping a lazy class, and the equally great expense of the paraphernalia of protection this lazy class requires, the social tables would contain an abundance for all, including even the occasional lazy individual.

We, who pay dearly for every breath of pure, fresh air, must guard against the tendency to fetter the future.

Prison, a social protection? What monstrous mind ever conceived such an idea? Just as well say that health can be promoted by a widespread contagion!

The contention that a standing army and navy is the best security of peace is about as logical as the claim that the most peaceful citizen is he who goes about heavily armed.

Love needs no protection; it is its own protection.

Love needs to protection; it is its own protection.

But, except for a good shaking, and some fine big bruises, Fatty was not hurt at all. His fat had kept him from breaking any bones!

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ...ah...butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?

I am charging you with the protection of my mother and friends, not to mention keeping my younger self off the Internet. He is as dangerous as Opal.

Sig Sauer. Nine millimetres. Thirteen in the magazine. Big bullets. One of these hits you and it could blow your head off; something even the magic can't fix. Other than that you should be all right, presuming you remembered to wear the regulation above-ground micro-fibre jumpsuit recently patented by me. Then again, being a Recon jock, you probably didn't.

Careful, Mr. Spiro, guns are dangerous. Especially the end with the hole.

I am Butler. Anything I say sounds scary.

This is the only way. I will not allow humans or fairies to die when I might have prevented it." Butler would not give up. "Listen to yourself. You sound like a... like a good guy! There's nothing in this for you.

Lawyers. Everyone should have one.

history has taught us that it is unwise to wager against a protective mother, as often the universe sides with this particular energy.

Holly, I wish you wouldn't appear like that. I'm a bodyguard. I get jumpy.

The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud People seemed more concerned about the past than the present.

Invent things that people actually want. Keep your thoughts to yourself until you are ready to patent your invention

He was the point dog, sent in to check for hostiles. His orders were simple. Bite everything. If it screamed, it was hostile.

Butler cleaned his gun as he spoke. He often did this in times of stress. It was a comfort thing.

something no good security man would permit.

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my…ah…butler, has a Sig Sauer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, a derringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun grenades concealed in various pockets. Anything else, Butler?" "The cosh, sir." "Oh, yes. A good old ball-bearing cosh stuffed down his shirt.

Waxman had books: three walls of books, which started one shelf off the deck in case of damp or storm, a tactic learned the hard way, the most bitter lesson being a water-damaged first edition of Ulysses. The Irish version.