Quotes About Protection

People say, 'Why do you work sex crimes and kid crimes?' I don't enjoy it. But someone's got to do it. And someone's got to do it well.

Mother–that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.

The best way to protect something is to set it free.

If someone must be hurt, if it ever becomes necessary to bear pains, weather strong winds, or withstand trials or opposition, let it be adults and not children.

Basic Instincts It's the way mother birds build nests, and build them high enough to elude

Our instincts may have even guided us to hide parts of ourselves in order to keep them alive when we were younger.

As a parent, you are called to carry the loads of your children that are too heavy for them, and you even want to carry the lighter

Perhaps it is those who are most vulnerable in their hearts who learn to grow the toughest skin.

My alarm tells me you're in my house. My gun tells me not for long.

Don't touch my plumtree! Said my friend and saying so... Broke the branch for me

Although it does not mindfully keep guard, In the small mountain fields the scarecrow does not stand in vain.

Hear, O Israel, Adonai, our God, Adonai, is one," her mother recited the Shema prayer before bed, then opened her eyes. "Remember, Batya. No matter where you are, say your prayer. It will protect you from demons that come during the night searching for innocent souls.

Ridley nodded. 'She told me I couldn't ever tell General Harding or anybody else. Told me I wouldn't be safe.' 'Safe?' Uncle Bob stopped rocking and took the pipe from between his teeth. 'She started in talkin' 'bout you bein' safe, sir?' Ridley nodded again, and that's when Uncle Bob grinned. 'Well, shoot . . . you ain't lost her yet, sir. Not altogether, anyhow. Any female goes to talkin' 'bout you bein' safe . . . hmmph. There still be somethin' left in her heart for ya.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

She didn't ask where they were going. She just leaned back and stared up into the dark night sky. He would have been hard-pressed to explain it to anyone, but he'd never felt so much like a man as he did when he was with her. He wanted to protect her, provide for her, make her laugh, love her in every way he could. And he liked that she didn't have to fill every moment with words too.

The Rebel's bad attitude is a form of protection Take a look at J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye. Holden Caulfield has just been expelled from his prep school for academic failure. Bright and sensitive, he narrates his story in a cynical, jaded voice. Holden longs for a beautiful and innocent world. He cannot bear the hypocrisy of the those around him; his attitude is an attempt to protect himself from pain and disappointment.

The worth of shade is only known when the sun is beating down hot

Only when in the sun do you miss the shade.

When you're a parent it's like you wear your heart on the outside of your body.

The bravest person I know is afraid of the dark. She sleeps with a night lamp always, but if her friends are threatened? She suddenly thinks she's a bear twelve feet tall and attacks whoever scared her friends.

The bravest person I know is afraid of the dark. She sleeps with a night lamp always, but if her friends are threatened? She suddenly thinks she's a bear twelve feet tall and attacks whoever scared her friends.

I'm the least fanciful guy around, but on nights when I wonder whether there was any point to my day, I think about this: the first thing we ever did, when we started turning into humans, was draw a line across the cave door and say: Wild stays out. What I do is what the first men did. They built walls to keep back the sea. They fought the wolves for the hearth fire.

I needed to go into that bare, with nothing from my own life on my body, the way woodcutters' children in fairy tales have to leave their protections behind to enter the enchanted castle; the way votaries in old religions used to go naked to their initiation rites.

She was like a reprieve; like Eurydice, gifted back to Orpheus from the darkness for a brief miraculous moment. I wanted, so intensely it took my breath away, to reach out and lay a hand on her soft dark head, to pull her tightly against me and feel her slight and warm and breathing, as if by protecting her hard enough I could somehow undo time and protect Katy, too.