Quotes About Protection

She's still small and I still want to put her in my pocket. -Seven Chillman, classmate

Scarecrows weren't made to scare the crows, they were made to scare the corn

He says the scarecrows—" —weren't made to scare the crows, they were made to scare the corn.

Thinking that you can't protect the ones you love, you have to hope they're smart enough to save themselves, And hope, well. Who had any of that to spare?

in the wings, as often mothers and grandmothers are, ready to catch the children should they need saving

I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.

Silence was the key to self-preservation.

We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason, no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourselves for clearance sale prices, mistaking screwing for caring. We binge, purge, sleep around. We drink too much and get too high, anything to blot out the past.

The weight in my pocket nudges my thigh, suddenly becomes my knife. I put my hand to its unforgiving outline and can't stop crying years of tears because if I don't stab my father with my weapon, then he is going to stab me with his.

Doesn't anyone realize that one 'touch', one 'time' will destroy a child's life ten times faster than a pack-a-day habit?

We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason, no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourselves for clearance.

I feel the animal within me emerging, Princess. It's raw and uncontained, but it wants to please you. If we wait . . ." His chin dropped, his voice too. "I cannot hurt you, do you understand?

Alexander leaned down,whispered in her ear,"If he touches you,"he said,lapping at the sensitive skin of her lobe,"I swear I will hunt him down and rip out his heart.

God is my strength and my fortress. I will rejoice in God my Savior.

I will become her Gallowglass

A Lillian B. Rubin) Los niños le dan la impresión de ser realistas depresivos, que en general no idealizan las luchas de sus padres ni sus formas de sobrevivir, mientras que al mismo tiempo se sienten protectores en relación con ellos por lo normal de su humillación social.

Sleep. I'm here to catch you.

All right. And if any of you get hurt I'm going to be really mad. I sleep with a Glock next to my bed so don't think I'm joking. I will shoot you if you don't make sure Gibson gets back here safely

Baby, you two are my girls. I'll protect you. I'll protect you both.

I don't need protection." Not that she minded, of course. She always protected. It's what she did every moment of the day, and that small span of time when he'd protected her had been, well like a present. "Don't need it, no." He gave her the coordinates, and she got moving. "Deservie it, yes.

Look, wolf boy, he's gone. He came by, borrowed money," she snorted, "took money—it's not like I'll ever see it again—and headed out. Told me that the Pack was looking for him, wanting to kill him. Even if I knew where he ran to, which I don't, I certainly wouldn't tell someone out to hurt him.

I want to hold you and shelter you, but I don't want to dim your light, angel. Do you understand the difference?

Who else but you shelters guys like me and Adam from the storms of our lives? Angels are warriors, you know.

I looked up "skin" in the encyclopedia and confirmed that, sure enough, it is the human body's largest organ, a fact that suggests our surfaces are critical to who we are, not just the gateway to physical or spiritual depths but a profoundly important web of cells that, in protecting us, gives us form and function.