Quotes About Protection

four broken eggshells, each half nested carefully in the other.

Baby, I held back today to let you get over all you've been through. But don't let that mislead you. You wouldn't be here if I planned on protecting you from me.

Anyone who wants to hurt you has to come through me first.

When I said you were safe, he says softly, a hint of wickedness in his voice, I meant from everyone but me.

This is who I am, Sara. I will protect you from everything and everyone else, but I can't protect you from who I am or who we will be if you stay with me.

You are my other half, Amy. I have to protect you.

I'm not going away, Amy. You do know that, don't you?" … "I don't need a protector, Liam." "I see things differently." My spine locks into a steel bar. "I'm not your ---" "Not yet. But I want you to be.

Poetry is history to be protected, lessons to be learned, a path to change our society or prevent its demise.

I refuse to believe Gio is dead. He's protecting me. It's the only acceptable answer.

His presence in my life is like the lighthouse in stormy waters to a ship lost at sea.

There was a momentary lull in the shooting and spellslinging, and the kid started scrambling to his feet. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "In my family that's not silence; it's reloading.

I wouldn't be comfortable, but at least I'd have marginal protection against pointy steel objects that went stab in the night.

I stand guard," Yasha said. He got out of the SUV and pulled a sawed-off shotgun out from under his seat. "And keep our exit open," Ian told him. Yasha grinned crookedly. "Don't I always?" He looked at me and his grin broadened. "Scream if something jumps at you." I tried for a grin; it felt more like a grimace. "Don't I always?

Dragons didn't fool around when it came to protecting things that they acquired—be it gold, gems, or a monster's body parts.

Bodyguard work came easily to hobgoblins. When you're huge, furry, fanged, and yellow-eyed, you don't need much else as a deterrent.

Fear is not of the Lord. It is of the Enemy. Do not give in to it.

I'd been brief with her, not wanting her to stress over me and Lia. I mean, she knew I'd narrowly escaped death in freeing Lia from Castel o Paratore, but she didn't know all of the details. That, like, I'd almost been killed a dozen times. You just didn't tell your mom that kind of thing—not if you were trying to keep her from rushing you off to some safe tower.

You had to admire a guy who wanted to keep you from death.

An armed woman will be more of a target knights on the prowl. and unarmed women can find themselves without defines

I smiled. He had come for me. Saved me. How many times would this man save my life?

Perhaps denial is the mind's way of protecting the heart from a sucker punch it can't handle. Or maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe denial in the face of overwhelming evidence is a mere byproduct of stubbornness.

feel that God was so very close, so very concerned with my particular life, so very ready to protect and to love. Always nearby. Always listening. Always leading. But

The truth was, I yearned, in a soul-deep way, to be Sarra. To 'feel' that God was so very close, so very concerned with my particular life, so very ready to protect and to love. Always nearby. Always listening. Always leading.

Emily is safe now as well. I know it. She isn't cold or alone or hungry. She is not lost in the woods, running wildly as in my dreams. Seeking rescue. She is home. All around her, there is nothing but love.