Quotes About Safety

No, this is what has suddenly consumed me: if something were to happen on the island of Manhattan, the fact that we are, indeed, on an island would suddenly become a deep and terrible problem. I am wholly unequipped for a disaster. Vulnerable. The safety in numbers I had always felt in the city was an illusion. All those numbers could turn against each other under the right circumstances.

He always called me Daughter. It was to distinguish me from his sister Ava. I loved being called Daughter. It sounded so possessive, and to be possessed when you are a child is just a wonderful feeling. It makes you feel safe. It makes you feel loved.

They have to take a chance, everything they do is taking a chance, but they feel so much safer when they take it on something they know to be ugly, vain and stupid.

It was new to feel protected, and to feel that it was right to accept the protection, to surrender - right, because this peculiar sense of safety was...not the protection of being spared from battle, but of having won it, not a protection granted to her weakness, but to her strength....

O my Lord and Savior, in Your arms I am safe. Keep me and I have nothing to fear. . . . I know nothing about the future, but I rely upon You. I pray that You would give me what is good for me.

and at the end of decades there they are tea splashing clove strong from chipped cups long skirts swaying around ankles giggling from folding chairs in the town square singing along dancing to the didgeridoo a joint passing between their smeared pink lips leaning safe into the only arms they've ever trusted all the way to the goddamn end

And if you were part of a group there was always the chance that the predator would take the next guy, not you.

And I hope everyone's picture turn out great and never become old photographs and nobody gets in a car accident.

Surely those folks who play their lives and their work eminently safe don't often put themselves in the position where they can be startled or enlarged. Don't put themselves near enough to the realm of the unknown where discovery resides, and joy has been rumored to appear.

The Natchez Trace seemed much safer to him than risking a sailboat from New Orleans to Washington

Man without a gun has got no chance, Bob thought. Man has a gun, he has a chance.

I'm like, wait a minute, wait a minute! I mean, I just want to know one thing: How do you teach them not to eat your kids?

QUERENCIA: The word doesn't translate. It is used in Spanish to designate that mysterious little area in the bullring that catches the fancy of the fighting bull when he charges in. He imagines it his sanctuary: when parked there, he supposes he cannot be hurt. . . . So it is, borrowing the term, that one can speak of one's "querencia" to mean that little, unspecified area in life's arena where one feels safe, serene.

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.

How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.

Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?

Semi-automatics have only two purposes. One is so owners can take them to the shooting range once in awhile, yell yeehaw, and get all horny at the rapid fire and the burning vapor spurting from the end of the barrel. Their other use – their only other use – is to kill people

Guys, gals, now hear this: No one wants to take away your hunting rifles. No one wants to take away your shotguns. No one wants to take away your revolvers, and no one wants to take away your automatic pistols, as long as said pistols hold no more than ten rounds. If you can't kill a home invader (or your wife, up in the middle of the night to get a snack from the fridge) with ten shots, you need to go back to the local shooting range.

He began to limp home, because home was where you went when you were hurt and beaten.

You cant be too careful on a skateboard.

I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between. I don't care if you understand me. Understanding is vastly overrated, but nobody ever gets enough safety.

Sometimes parents needed to be protected.