Quotes About Protection

Without someone to hunt the wolves, the sheep would never be safe. The wolves were multiplying too quickly. The sheepdogs were being overrun.

the majority of people were sheep—gentle creatures largely incapable of protecting themselves. To

In selfish men caution is as secure an armour for their foes as for themselves.

It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.

The idea of forty precious volumes being taken into a country in a state of war where they might get burnt, blown up, drowned or dusty was almost too horrible to contemplate. Mr Norrell did not know a great deal about war, but he suspected that soldiers are not generally your great respecters of books. They might put their dirty fingers on them. They might tear them! They might – horror of horrors! – read them and try the spells! Could soldiers read? Mr Norrell did not know.

May the House in its Beauty shelter us both.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. IT has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Assim nuas, precisávamos de proteção, e o hospital nos protegia. É claro que primeiro o hospital nos desnudava - mas isso apenas reforçava sua obrigação de nos dar abrigo.

Something had been peeled back, a covering or shell that works to protect us. I couldn't decide whether the covering was something on me or something attached to every thing in the world. It didn't matter, really; wherever it had been, it wasn't there anymore.

Il tessuto della cicatrice non ha carattere. Non è come la pelle. Non rivela età, malattia, pallore, o colorito. Non ha pori, né peli, né rughe. È come una fodera. Protegge e maschera quello che c'è sotto. Per questo ce lo facciamo crescere; abbiamo qualcosa da nascondere.

Valentine lifted Rose to look her in the eye. "You are staying away from men, my sugar cake. Men are evil, wicked, and devious. I know this, because I am one.

When you moved, I felt squeezed with a wild infatuation and protectiveness. We are one. Nothing, not even death, can change that.

SELF-SURRENDER IS THE HIGHEST AND EASIEST method for enlightenment. One who has surrendered himself is always protected by the divine power. One who possesses nothing and has no one to protect him belongs to God and is constantly under the protection of the Divine.

Adult gorillas will fight to the death defending their families. This is why poachers who may be seeking only one infant for the zoo trade must often kill all the adults in the family to capture the baby.

There he found his two youngest daughters unconscious. Wet, cold, and mesmerized with terror, the other members of the family had forgotten about the two girls and were actually sitting on them—they had nearly suffocated.

typical bird's feathers outweigh its skeleton. Feathers define a bird. By trapping and moving air, feathers protect the bird from cold and wet, and they enable it to fly.

I began to repeat in my head the first words of the Fisherman's Prayer, the words to which John F. Kennedy kept on his desk at the White House: "Oh God, Thy sea is so great and my boat is so small.

May I feel contented and safe. May I feel protected and pleased. May my physical body support me with strength. May my life unfold smoothly with ease. [p. 71]

asking God to surround us with the white light of the Holy Spirit every morning and night is

This—he gestured impatiently at himself—is just a fucking shell. You're what drives me, Eva. Can you understand that? You're my heart and soul. If something ever happened to you, it would kill me, too. Keeping you safe is goddamned self-preservation!

was designed to protect his heart, to bind me and bribe me to stay with him no matter what. He was giving everything he had.

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

He engulfed me, his body so much bigger and harder. I felt safe in his embrace, cherished and protected. Nothing could touch or hurt me when he was holding me. I wanted him to feel that same sense of security with me. I needed him to know he could drop his guard, take a breath, and I could protect us both. I