Quotes About Protection

The government isn't the mob, Harry. Aren't they? I asked. Pay them money every year to protect you, and God help you if you don't.

You're with me today. I need someone to watch my back. Maybe to help me eat a hot dog later.

Better to have the magical arsenal and not need it, than to not have it and get killed to death. I

Anger is my hiding place from fear, my shield and my sword against it. I

We find Maggie," I said. "We take her back. And we kill anyone who gets in the way." Susan

Bikers don't wear all that leather around simply for the fashion value or possible felony assaults. It's handy for keeping the highway from ripping the skin from your flesh should you wind up losing control of the bike and sliding along the asphalt for a while.

So once again, let me be perfectly clear. If anything happens to Murphy and I even *think* you had a hand in it, fuck right and wrong. If you touch her, I'm declaring war on you.

He had reduced violence in the streets—while sending the number of dollars made by criminals in this town soaring. He had protected the city's flesh while siphoning away its blood, poisoning its soul. It changed nothing, nothing at all.

If you know that much," I said, "if you are that powerful, why did you hire a bodyguard to bring you here?" "My feet don't reach the pedals.

I set things down and locked up my wards and the heavy steel door I'd had installed after a big, bad demon had huffed and puffed and blown down the original. It wasn't until I had them all firmly secured that I let out a slow breath and started to relax. The living room was lit only by the embers of the fire and a few tiny flames. From the kitchen alcove, I heard the soft thumping sound of Mouse's tail wagging against the icebox

She could be a pain in the ass, but she was one gutsy chick. Her kids were lucky to have a mother like her. A lot of moms would say that they would die for their children. Charity had placed herself squarely in harm's way to do exactly that.

People who know diddly about wizards don't like to give us their names. They're convinced that if they give a wizard their name from their own lips it could be used against them. To be fair, they're right.

The child was my daughter. It didn't matter that I hadn't known about her or that I had never seen her with my own eyes. There was a child of my blood who needed my help and protection. I was her father. I would die to protect her if need be. End of story.

The creation of the community encourages investment in that community," I said. "Once they've invested, they'll fight to protect it.

If you let Murphy get hurt, I'll kill you." "Kid, if anything happens to Murphy because of me . . ." I sighed. "I think I'll let you.

If you scrunch up your eyes a little, you can almost imagine its features as medieval ramparts and towers and crenellation, standing like some ancient mountain bastion, determined to defend the citizens of Chicago against the plagues and evils of the world. Provided they have enough medical coverage, of course.

Will you take care of my daughter?" "Yes, ma'am. Of course I will." Her blue eyes flashed fiercely, and she said, "Let me get you a piece of cake.

Matson threw up his skinny arms to protect himself as something huge and quick shoved its way between the bars, like a big dog going through a rotten picket fence, and engulfed him.

Michael sighed. Harry, God does protect us from harm -- it's part of what I and my brothers in arms are tasked to do. But He's a great deal less involved in protecting us from the consequences of our choices.

Don't be a moron, Harry," I said. "You came for the kid. He's safe. That's all you were obligated to do. Let it g—oh who am I kidding. There's a girl.

I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that, then so be it. Me and the kid will roast some marshmallows.

Five white candles surrounded my summoning circle, the points of an invisible pentacle. White for protection. And because they're the cheapest color at Wal-Mart. Hey, being a wizard doesn't make money grow on trees.

Get back!' I shouted. With my right hand, I grabbed at Billy and shoved him behind me. With my left, I shook out the bracelet on my wrist, hung with a row of tiny, medieval-style shields. I lifted my left hand toward the truck and drew in my will, focusing it with the bracelet into a sudden, transparent, shimmering half-globe that spread out between me and the oncoming truck

Kill the bridge, dammit!" I shouted back. I heard the Sword of Faith come alight in his hands, and a glance over my shoulder showed him hacking through the bridge at his feet as if it had been made of so many soap bubbles. I spun back to the enemy, brought my shield up—and stood tall. "You!" I said, relishing the moment. "Shall not! Pass!" They replied with a hail of automatic weapons fire. The impacts against my shield all but blinded me.