Quotes About Safety

Guns are evil! And very little good comes from the availability of a bullet designed to kill human beings!

I guess the reason that I'm a horror fan is that I think it gives people the opportunity to enjoy the feeling of being scared in a safe environment. I think that's why, for all of human history, we've been telling each other scary stories: because it exorcises something that we need to exorcise in a safe place.

We need to be able to guarantee the safety of all artists and activists for human rights so that it no longer takes extraordinary courage to call for a better world - so that every person with the ability to imagine peace, equality, progress, and justice can express their dreams and hopes without fear.

Most of what you see now emphasizes animals being dangerous to humans.

Even though the risks of death are higher driving than flying, many people would rather drive simply because they feel they have more control driving. The facts are that only a few hundred people die a year flying, and 44,000 are killed a year driving.

When you go into a bar, there are hundreds and hundreds of cameras in that bar - many of them installed by that bar. They might be checking something or taking a picture of you.

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

And sometimes drunk women aren't raped; they just make stupid choices--and to say we deserve special treatment when we're drunk because we're women, to say we need to be looked after , I find offensive.

I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

Right now, she had an almost obsessive need to get home, nest up, feel safe.

Ninety degrees but the heat made me feel safe, like walking under water.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Anything could happen.

The gesture—so random and kind—baffled me. Is this what mothers did, wonder if you might need safety pins? Mine phoned once a month and always asked the same practical questions (grades, classes, upcoming expenses).

Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

You sure you should have that out, James? You don't want to use that. Guns are very dangerous.

Cómo te mantienes a salvo cuando tu día entero es tan inmenso y vacío como el cielo?

Do not antagonize the cops, I told myself. Repeat if necessary: Do not antagonize the cops.

152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me. Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

Partia do princípio de que tudo de mau no mundo podia acontecer, porque tudo o que havia de mau no mundo já tinha acontecido. Mas, verdade seja dita, não eram ínfimas as hipóteses de me acontecer alguma coisa de mal depois de tudo o que já passara na vida? Não estava eu, Libby Day, a salvo?

Day, would meet harm on top of it? Wasn't I safe by default?

Although watching her three children toddle to her, sleep-stained from their nap, rubbing their eyes while they make their way to Mama, little hands touching her knee or arm as if she were home base, as if they knew they were safe... it hurts me sometimes to watch.

What is home? My favorite definition is a safe place, a place where one is free from attack, a place where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. It's a place where people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The people in it do not need to be perfect; instead, they need to be honest, loving, supportive, recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us vulnerable.