Quotes About Protection

That's Lalasa, Kel's maid. She sews and knows all sorts of ways to hurt you.

Take care or her, Coram Smythesson! Alanna's old friend looked surprised. And here I thought the best part of ridin' with a knight was that she would be lookin' after me.

Niko, these women deserve better than to have a monster pick them off one by one while those who should protect them say it's alright if they die, as long as they don't spread the pollution of their deaths around.

He may harp in the Dark One's Hall and take no harm, who is a true harper.

My husband is just outside. Don't be afraid, I said, the extensive branches of his horns would never let him through the doorway.

Sick nearly to senselessness, yet he derived a peculiar and intense comfort from Estemba's supporting arm, the grey-gold hair against his face, the aura of tenderness and protection.

Sana Vera!" she murmured as he came forward, "but he's beautiful. More beautiful than you, you wretch." "So he is, and restrain your paws from him. His noble father wishes him kept virgin till the marriage night.

Mothers are notoriously partial. They would put up with almost anything. Such a small number of us would otherwise survive.

Her voice was primitive, and he felt her surprising strength. She would protect him. Touched and set ablaze by her action, he found he was no longer concerned with Leopardo, indeed scarcely credited his existence in a universe that comprised, for this minute, only himself and Iulet.

It worried him. Like him, she had to be exhausted. She smelled like gasoline; her clothes were torn. She had a small white bandage on her forehead where the EMT had cleaned her cut. Dirt smudged her face, her arms, her legs. He knew she still didn't have any underwear, and for the first time, he felt bad about it. Real bad. He wanted to protect her, make her feel secure, keep her from harm—and all he'd done was lose her underwear and practically get her blown up.

How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.

That meant Ms. Starkova was his. He'd found her; he'd tailed her; and he'd saved her from Reinhard Klein. By jungle law, even the urban jungle, that made her his.

a book is a delicate friend, a white bird, an exquisite being, afraid of water. Darling things! Afraid of water, of fire, They shiver in the wind. Clumsy, crude human fingers leave bruises on them that'll never fade! Never! Some people touch books without washing their hands! Some underline things in ink! Some even tear pages out!

Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!

Make sure your soul is attached at all times - this town will steal it in a second, given the chance.

For starters, you're the only one who can hear or see me. Like I said, you're my only concern. I won't reveal myself to anyone else.

Grace is calling the one who's trying to protect her 'Bobbie,'" he said. Ben thought about that. Eli rarely spoke about the particulars of the world at large, enslaved to darkness as it was. And Ben had long ago realized that it wasn't his place to ask for particulars. So much was beyond his understanding

My sweetest daughter," he whispered, "in whom I see no fault, know the depths of love. A love that knows no fear. A love that formed you and named you and gave you to me. A blessing beyond my understanding." His fingers trembled. "Eli is the gift I bring you. Hear him. Keep him safe. He knows the way out of this great deception.

Be careful, Grace, Bobbie's familiar voice warned. An echo in my mind alone. And then she was there, standing across the street, hidden in shadow, invisible to others because she was there only for me. To protect me, I thought. Against things coming. My father had come and brought the boy, Eli. Protect your heart. Even from the boy? From everything. Yes, I thought, protect my heart from everything.

She was twenty-three and single, still living on the streets in San Francisco, when Sylous first promised her true sight and a community that would follow her. They would find a place in the hills of Tennessee, hidden away for them alone. A terrible tribulation was coming to the world, he'd said, but he would protect them from that Fury if they followed him.

Everything I do is for you and this safe haven you've built for me," Sylous said. "Do you doubt that?

No," she whispered. "Have I not always come to you in your time of need?" "Yes." "Did I not provide you with enough power to change the world?" "Yes." "Did I not commit myself to your protection?" "Yes." "Have I not always been faithful to you?" "Yes.

I would never hurt you," she said. "I can keep you safe, but to do so, I need your permission. Let me protect you.

Receive my strength," Sylous said. "Let me protect you." Jamie's back arched under the increasing energy. "Say it!" Sylous said. "Receive me!" "I receive you!" Jamie rasped.