Quotes About Protection

you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

Yet what best protected privacy wasn't concealment but apathy - the fact that other people simply weren't interested.

Yet what best protected privacy wasn't concealment but apathy—the fact that other people simply weren't interested.

Children live in the same world we do. To kid ourselves that we can shelter them from it isn't just naive it's a vanity.

The Tabernacle becomes our means of rest, significance, and safety while we make our pilgrimage through the world as we know it.

Party parents figure that if their daughter is going to do risky things when with her friends, she'll be safer if she and her friends do those risky things right under their noses. But party parents rob their daughter of one of the best protections she has: the ability to blame her good behavior on them.

We all internalize wounds and develop strategies to protect ourselves. These strategies feed our Imposters.

Men don't know, she thinks, they don't know how having a baby makes you protective of your skin, your body, your space. When you spend all day giving yourself to a baby in every way that it's possible to give yourself to another human being, the last thing you want at the end of the day is a grown man wanting you to give him things too.

He did just enough to make her feel loved, protected, respected and admired

She thought of how she'd contorted herself and her habits and her behaviour for twenty years to be a person who would not be raped, and now she had been raped in the place where she was meant to be safe, by the person who was meant to protect her. She felt the artifice of the last twenty years of her life, the pointlessness and futility of it. She might as well have taken the shortcut, worn the tarty top, flirted with the shady guy. She might as well have lived her life free.

But, Josie, think about it. Erin has been abused under your roof for years. You've done nothing to protect her. She waits until you're out of the house before she uses the bathroom. What on earth makes you think she's going to get in touch with you?

She wants to stay in here. It's warm and it's safe. She feels protected from the strangeness of the evening, from the terrible energy in the air.

She has no energy for practicalities. She just wants to keep herself tight inside the bubble … not let life crawl in through the gaps.

Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you." "You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest. "No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream.

Because letting someone in close meant they could hurt you. I knew all about that kind of fear. I lived with it.

You wouldn't have taken Rose to such a place, would you?" "Of course not, but she is a little girl, and I'm-" "My life", he interrupted quietly. "You're my entire life. If anything ever happens to you, Holly, there is nothing left for me.

Daisy has a unique spirit. A warm and romantic nature. If she is forced into a loveless marriage, she will be devastated. She deserves a husband who will cherish her for everything she is, and who will protect her from the harsher realities of the world. A husband who will allow her to dream." -Westcliff

Then he raised her enough to whisper in her ear, and while his voice was tender, his words were savage. "You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.

You look like a little girl when you sleep," he murmured. "It makes me want to guard you every minute.

And there's one more thing to be aware of " Cam said with a wintry softness that disguised all hint of feeling. "If you succeed in marrying her we're not losing a sister. You're gaining an entire family—who will protect her at any cost.

It was insane to let a creature so perfectly beautiful and artlessly spirited and vulnerable as his wife venture out into a world that could crush her with casual unconcern, and he had no choice but to allow it. But he had no illusions about ever being comfortable with it. For the rest of his life, he would feel a stab of dread every time she walked out the door, leaving him there with his heart wide open.

His hand passed repeatedly over her hair in the gentlest of caresses, and she heard him murmur in his dark-angel voice, "Rest, my love. I'm watching over you.

It was a bad habit of hers … looking for safety in places where there wasn't any.