Quotes About Protection

If in this narrative I have not yet paid Queen Sophia adequate consideration, particularly given the unrelenting domination the woman would soon claim over every single element of my life, I offer this simple yet honest explanation: for fifteen unbroken years, my mother had toiled to protect me from the woman. It is remarkable, as I reflect upon my childhood, how utterly unaware I was of this situation while it transpired, the truth coming to my notice only in despondent hindsight.

Anger is a defense, not a feeling, ....analyze what feeling the anger was covering.

anger is a defence, not a feeling, and to analyze what feeling the anger was covering.

Just like you couldn't leave your mother. You were a child. She was all you had. You bonded to indifference and, at times, her cruelty. Your job was to endure it and to protect her from detection.

The ego—one's sense of self—is an abstract concept; it's hard to define it concretely. Picture it as a house built brick by brick. It protects you from the stresses of the outside world, providing a metaphorical home to shelter in—a safe place.

children are often hypervigilant, for they feel themselves to be ceaselessly in peril. And they've learned to sense threats; their life often depends on it.

obsessions: they're essentially defence mechanisms that protect patients from looking at what really terrifies them.

The stronger a person's boundaries are, the healthier that person is;

I was too old for my father to (be protective), too young to be flattered.

Our trees in our forests need protection to ensure that those cut are replanted and cutting is done wisely.

As we grew up, my brothers acted like they didn't care, but I always knew they looked out for me and were there!

suit the feelings of those we love and want to protect.

People can do all manner of things if it's important enough. If a mother can lift a car off her son, maybe she can die at just the right time to save him.

You know, Willie, I never meant to hurt myself. I just didn't want the disease. I wouldn't do something against me. I don't think anybody ever does. You must know that, Willie. Everybody's just trying to stay safe. Even people who try to kill themselves, I bet they're still on their own sides, Willie. They just want to kill the pain. Everybody just wants to kill the pain.

I cover her with myself. See, if I have no body, I can be any shape I want. I can take up any amount of space I choose. I can be a blanket. Drape myself over her like a down comforter. I can pour myself over her head like water. I can shine on her like light, bathe her with myself until she feels something resembling warmth again. Don't believe it entirely, Mom, I say.

When an eleven-year-old boy can be beaten within an inch of his life for walking down the street with the wrong friend . . . ," he said, ". . . well, I just don't see what chance we have, Lucy. We'll get somebody killed.

We're kids. People keep stuff from kids. They think we're supposed to stay all pure or something until we grow up, and nothing should upset us. So they whisper about bad stuff behind our backs so we don't get upset. But it's so totally useless, because then at the same time they're always doing stuff that's really upsetting.

Danger lurks along the paths walked by our children and their parents. If they are to safely negotiate the journey with increasing strength and sensitivity and without suffering debilitating wounds, then wise, committed companions must join them on the way.

Such lonely, lost things you find on your way. It would be easier, if you were the only one lost. But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized and can only attract their like. How I would like to lead you to brave, stalwart friends who would protect you and play games with dice and teach you delightful songs that have no sad endings. If you would only leave cages locked and turn away from unloved Wyverns, you could stay Heartless.

She must protect herself. There would be no one to do it for her. A plan started to prick up its ears inside her, slowly, but getting stronger.

Forests have secrets,' he said gently. 'It's practically what they're for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.

Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls or a Scarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs.

Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.

I will keep it safe for you," Saturday whispered, barely brave enough to say it.