Quotes About Protection

Los pensamientos del mundo son como un virus de computadora que ha invadido nuestro sistema. El Espíritu Santo es como un programa de antivirus que nos protege de los pensamientos falsos y disipa los pensamientos basados en el miedo cuando ya se han instalado en nuestras mentes.

Entre más nos acerquemos a Dios, más nos aproximaremos a nuestro talento natural de proteger a nuestros hermanos.* Entre más alineados estemos con el amor de Dios, podremos ser amigos más sinceros. Sabremos cómo estar allí, cómo decir la palabra correcta, cómo dar un consejo a las personas que amamos.

We don't have anything like that here. War masks and so on.

Women and men. They played by different rules because the rules applied to them were different. It was very simple. It was the women who got pregnant and the women who ended up with the kids. All the rest stemmed from that. So women had to learn to protect themselves, had to be wary and careful. The way the rules had been set up, everything was against them.

And often enough, when we think we are protecting ourselves, we are struggling against our rescuer.

These little towns were once the bold ramparts meant to shelter just such peace.

If the Lord is more gracious than any of us can begin to imagine, and I'm sure He is, then your Doll and a whole lot of people are safe, and warm, and very happy. And probably a little bit surprised.

often enough, when we think we are protecting ourselves, we are struggling against our rescuer.

For in fact I wore her coat like beatitude, and her arms around me were as heartening as mercy, and I would say nothing that might make her loosen her grasp or take one step away

there is no ocean big enough to protect us from the Lord's judgment when we decide to hammer our plowshares into swords and our pruning hooks into spears, in contempt of the will and the grace of God.

Sometimes they cried out at night, small thin cries that never woke them. The sound would stop as she started up the stairs, however softly, and when she reached their rooms she would find them all quietly asleep, the source of the cry hiding in silence, like a cricket. Just her coming was enough to still the creature.

The parents of these young soldiers would come to me and ask how the Lord could allow such a thing. I felt like asking them what the Lord would have to do to tell us He didn't allow something. But instead I would comfort them by saying we would never know what their young men had been spared. Most of them took me to mean they were spare the trenches and the mustard gas, but what I really meant was that they were spared the act of killing.

Woman and children can afford to be careless, men can not.

Mothers are like cops. They always believe the worst.

I spent my whole life trying not to be careless. Women and children can afford to be careless, but not men.

In short, the gabbellotto was a mafioso who for a certain sum of money protected the real estate of the rich from all claims made on it by the poor, legal or illegal. When any poor peasant tried to implement the law which permitted him to buy uncultivated land, the gabbellotto frightened him off with threats of bodily harm or death. It was that simple.

on his own base. The Clericuzio estate in Quogue comprised twenty acres surrounded by a ten-foot-high redbrick wall armed by

You hang around me, Mike," he said, "you're gonna hear things you don't wanta hear." Michael lit a cigarette. "I can help out," he said. "No, you can't," Sonny said. "The old man would be sore as hell if I let you get mixed up in this.

Michael grinned. "Mothers are like cops. They always believe the worst.

Fue entonces cuando tuvo la idea de los espacios salvadores, la idea de que la civilización no era, no había sido nunca un movimiento, un estado de cosas general, un ambiente que abrazara al conjunto de la sociedad, sino diminutas ciudadelas levantadas a lo largo del tiempo y el espacio que resistían el asalto permanente de esa fuerza instintiva, violenta, obtusa, fea, destructora y bestial que dominaba el mundo y que ahora se había metido en su propio hogar.

qué te ha servido este pequeño refugio de libros, grabados, discos, todas estas cosas bellas, refinadas, sutiles, inteligentes, coleccionadas con tanto afán creyendo que en este minúsculo espacio de civilización estarías defendido contra la incultura, la frivolidad, la estupidez y el vacío?».

the deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.

I rushed to the living room to protect myself from I don't know what, behind my best friend, a book.

Where was my mother to stroke my hair? Where was my grandmother to tell me that lovers, I would have them by the dozen? Where was my father to punish this boy who dared hurt his daughter? Where?