Quotes About Protection

I point out to her that pain can be protective; staying in a depressed place can be a form of avoidance. Safe inside her shell of pain, she doesn't have to face anything, nor does she have to emerge into the world, where she might get hurt again.

Maybe secrets are only told when you're trying to protect the real truth from coming out.

At the most elementary level of information processing, stimulation is energy, and my brain needed to be protected, and isolated from obnoxious sensory stimulation, which it perceived as noise.

Logan, why aren't you wearing protection? The radio crackled, and then came Logan's voice. I have 'protection' in my bag, he said. But as much as I don't want to say this, darlin', now's not the time to be asking if I'm carrying condoms. I have problems. A life vest, Logan! I'm asking where's your life vest! Oh, he said. I knew that.

I know I might look like a ball of fluff, she said, but I'm not. Not even close. And the fact that I get up each morning and put a damn smile on my face is the same as... Batman putting on his cape. I-- I'm not done. It's... protection. It's my shield. It's me waving my middle finger to the world because I choose to be happy. The bottom line, Luke, is that I know what matters and what doesn't.

We weren't always here for her, Ford said quietly. So we're a little overprotective. I won't apologize for that. But she's everything to me, and I'm not a complete idiot. I can see that you're everything to her. All I want is for her to be someone's everything. Done, Nick said without hesitation.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

I hold people at a distance, I know it. I do it because I also know that anyone or anything can be ripped away from you at any time. But you, Becca…" He shook his head. "I can't—you're in, babe. You're past my walls, past my defenses. If I have to deal with that, so do you.

The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe. Eat muffins.

I don't get attached… There's no place for it in my world.

His expression was strained. I'm trying like hell to be the good guy here. I need you to go inside and lock the door behind you to keep out of trouble. I thought Wildstone was safe. It is. The trouble isn't going to come from the unknown. It's going to come from me. Go, Quinn. Now. And lock your door. She stared up at him, mesmerized by the thought of him being trouble, images going through her head of him proving it to her, all of them involving little to no clothing and a bed.

I deserve more. I mean I understand I do. Once you've protected someone the way you protected me, you get… well, protective. But I'm no longer that sixteen-year-old girl, Archer. I'm a grown woman.

sometimes we try so hard to protect those we care about, we end up hurting them. But that doesn't make that love any less real.

After that, he'd turned to fighting, and not the good kind either. Finn, physically older by seven years, mentally older by about a hundred, had single-handedly saved Sean from just about every situation he'd ever landed himself in.

They say you can know a man by his enemies, Dresden. He smiled, and laughter lurked beneath his next words, never quite surfacing. You defy beings that should cow you into silence. You resist forces that are inevitable for no more reason than that you believe they should be resisted. You bow your head to neither demons nor angels, and you put yourself in harm's way to defend those who cannot defend themselves. He nodded slowly. I think I like you.

Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but Chinese throwing stars get you a dozen stitches.

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.

My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps.

Discretion is the better part of not getting exsanguinated.

You think your power is what shapes the world you walk in. But that is an illusion. Your choices shape your world. You think your power will protect you from the consequences of those choices. But you are wrong. You create your own rewards. There is a Judge. There is Justice in this world. And one day you will receive what you have earned. Choose carefully.

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.

Never touch my brother on his fucking birthday.

Strength is the first virtue," Alera said. "That is not a pleasant fact. Its distastefulness does not alter the truth that without strength to protect them, all other virtues are ephemeral, ultimately meaningless.