Quotes About Protection

What are we do to? The child sex trade is not for us: our children are unattractive and rude, and - due to the knowledge of our history - have a bad habit of mugging prospective customers and shoving them over cliffs.

I wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages.

Saved by childbearing, I think. What did we suppose would save us, in the time before?

May I remind you all about the importance of hand-washing, seven times a day at least, and after every encounter with a stranger. It is never too early to practise this essential precaution. Avoid anyone who is sneezing.

Because I am a mother, I am capable of being shocked; as I never was when I was not one.

There are some women who seem to be born without fear, just as there are people who are born without the ability to feel pain...Providence appears to protect such women, maybe out of astonishment.

A wall that cannot be defended is no sooner built than ended.

I want to protect myself from any further, darker memories of hers, get myself out of here gracefully before something embarrassing happens. She's balanced on the edge of an artificial hilarity that could topple over at any moment into its opposite, into tears and desperation.

I didn't want you to feel defenseless in the face of life. Life can be harsh. I wanted you to feel protected, and to know that there was a greater power watching over you. That the Universe was taking a personal interest.

You were such a sensitive child. So easily wounded. So I told you those things. I didn't want you to feel defenseless in the face of life. Life can be harsh. I wanted you to feel protected, and to know that there was a greater power watching over you. That the Universe was taking a personal interest.

Being here with him is safety; it's a cave, where we huddle together while the storm goes on outside.

but love was undependable, it came and then it went, so it was good to have a money value, because then at least those who wanted to make a profit from you would make sure you were fed enough and not damaged too much.

She sighed. "You were such a sensitive child. So easily wounded. So I told you those things. I didn't want you to feel defenseless in the face of life. Life can be harsh. I wanted you to feel protected, and to know that there was a greater power watching over you. That the Universe was taking a personal interest.

There were places you didn't want to walk, precautions you took that had to do with locks on windows and doors, drawing the curtains, leaving on lights. These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you.

And did you feel protected?

My mother had a thing for blue in tableware; she said it warded off any evil eyes intent on ruining the food.

Mom, who knew the dirt, and hid the dirt, and did the dirty work, and never saw herself or us as clean enough – and who believed that there was other dirt you shouldn't tell to children, and didn't tell it, which was dangerous only later.

The brain is very protective, it decides what we choose to remember.

But they will not be, primarily because the most salient characteristic of the victim-prone person is the conviction that he or she is watched over and protected by the Sun, the Moon, the Wind Goddess, and St. Christopher; and, in short, that it could never happen to him or to her.

Vicky didn't say anything for a moment. "Red Cliff Canyon is a sacred area," she said.

And one of the other routes we looked at crosses a wetlands. The bird lovers would be out in force.

Shepherds often slept across the openings of their homemade sheepfolds, guarding the animals from predators and thieves with their own bodies. When Jesus describes himself as "the door" of the sheepfold in John 10:9, he is painting a rich portrait of being both protector and provider.

daughter is a treasure that keeps her father wakeful, and worry over her drives away rest.

There is no greater insight into the future than recognizing...when we save our children, we save ourselves