Quotes About Protection

Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names.

You know what it's like—you see someone on the train screaming awful, racist things and think, 'How can I protect this person's right to free speech?

En la casa? No es un lugar seguro para vivir

A child needs his parent at all times, Father. Not just when life is smiling down upon him" -Rovender

and their families are hungry. They don't have guns. Wouldn't hurt

MATAMORE: I never fight with my love face on, I worry that it might get scratched.

Anyway, the trick is simply this: No matter what happens, keep your heart open. Wide open. The heart is made of love, and love is indestructible, and only the arrogance of ego would presume that it requires protection. To open your heart is to reduce your ego, and this is the only magic that is ever required to experience the naked truth.

There one is safe. In a museum or in a lap or in a tree. Perhaps under the bedclothes. But the best thing of all is to sit high up in a tree, that is if one isn't still inside one's Mummy's tummy.

I mourn my loved ones amongst the living, whom I will watch over and protect from my place at the side of the Goddess, until such time as we are united in the Otherworld, or in the next earthly life.

I can tell you what women need in general. They need respect and love. They need to be able to trust your word and to be able to confide in you. So often, we can't care for ourselves in this world, so we need protection and provision.

Merrill Krause - "My brothers have scared off just about any fellow who showed interest in getting to know me." Granny Lassiter - "Well, if a man can't stand up to those brothers of yours, you needn't even consider him. A man ought to be able to hold his own with his wife's family.

Something about him called to her, like one of her wounded beasts, and she could not turn him away. She needed his name and protection in order to keep from being cast out of Society. But strangely, she realized, he just might need her even more.

Might I require protection, Wyvern?" "Not at the moment, no, but if you do acquire another pistol, I could always be persuaded to disarm you again.

Knowing I was your property made me safe, made me make sense in his world. It was okay that I was a 'handful' because you had me under control. Malachi, you didn't even blink. You didn't have to think about it. You knew what would reassure him, and it was treating me like an unbroken horse.

Why does anyone fight a war? To protect a way of life, to find or support loved ones. To avenge those lost. Or maybe because it's a calling. Because someone has to. Because there's a line no enemy should be allowed to cross.

some like to imagine a cosmic mother watching through a spray of stars, mouthing 'yes, yes' as we toddle towards the light, biting her lip of we teeter at some ledge. longing to sweep us to her breast, she hopes for the best.

There is not a day in my life during which I have not looked at my Black children and worried. There is not a day in my life when I have not made actual prayers on their behalf. Simple prayers for their safety. Simple prayers for their survival.

It is God's jealous love that both unnerves us and draws us to Him. His relentless pursuit, His fierce hatred of any rival, and His incomprehensible willingness to anguish on our behalf captures our heart for His love. His jealousy is our shield; it is our promise of eternal protection and passionate exclusivity. it is our confidence that the divine Lover will win His bride.

Constance wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and hissed like an angry cat.

You can be disabled" warned Dalek X "Try It, harm them in any way and I will not cooperate. You can disable me and torture me and kill me but you will never get the TARDIS!

Spear as a talisman of power

Music has always been my protection against the world, from a very young age. I feel safe inside of a jam.

For so long, she'd taken her memories of Patty - the memories they'd created together - and held them outside of herself, protecting herself from the pain of carrying them deep within. It was as if she carried all the memories in her jars. But if doing so, it was as if she'd also kept everyone else - those still in her life - at arm's length too.

So many times in life we try to protect what we value, but we are doubly blessed when we give it away. Have you given away your love today? Have you shared your faith? If not, what are you waiting for?