Quotes About Safety

When safety becomes our god, we worship the risk-free life. Can the safety lover do anything great? Can the risk-averse accomplish noble deeds? For God? For others? No. The fear-filled cannot love deeply. Love is risky. They cannot give to the poor. Benevolence has no guarantee of return. The fear-filled cannot dream wildly. What if their dreams sputter and fall from the sky? The worship of safety emasculates greatness. No wonder Jesus wages such a war against fear. His

When a father leads his four-year-old son down a crowded street, he takes him by the hand and says, "Hold on to me." He doesn't say, "Memorize the map" or "Take your chances dodging the traffic" or "Let's see if you can find your way home." The good father gives the child one responsibility: "Hold on to my hand.

Whoever fears the LORD has a secure fortress, and for their children it will be a refuge. PROVERBS 14:26

Are you feeling exposed to the storms of life? Read Psalm 91, a wonderful promise from God. When we love him and tell others about that love, he moves to protect us. "I will be with them in trouble. I will rescue and honor them" (v. 15 NLT).

Come, live in me!" Jesus invites. "Make my home your home." Odds are that you know what it means to be at home somewhere. To be at home is to feel safe. The residence is a place of refuge and security. To be at home is to be comfortable. You can pad around wearing slippers and a robe. To be at home is to be familiar. When you enter the door, you needn't consult the blueprint to find the kitchen.

He [God] has put his angels in charge of you to watch over you wherever you go" (Ps. 91:11 NCV). Heaven has helpers for you.

As they walked back to the laundry, Brave Orchid showed her sister where to buy the various groceries and how to avoid Skid Row. On days when you are not feeling safe, walk around it. But you can walk through it unharmed on your strong days. On weak days you notice bodies on the sidewalk, and you are visible to Panhandler Ghosts and Mugger Ghosts.

We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.

Mom, did he mean he would have to kill my cat?" He was clutching the small animal so tightly I thought he himself might put an end to its miserable life. "Yes, if no one wanted it, they'd do away with it." "But Mom, isn't that place called a place for the protection of animals?

Slow down, my lady. You're going to injure yourself!" "Not myself," she muttered. "Your laird, more likely.

You think I hate you, but that's not true, Rusty, and if you ever actually lowered your hackles around me you'd realize that I only want to make sure you're safe.

I'm not going to hurt you, damn it.

And now Genevieve had taken over. He'd move the sun if that's what it took to ensure her safety and happiness. Nothing was more important than her security. His focus was and had to be solely on her, for she had no other to champion her cause. If he didn't see to her happiness, who would?

I won't hurt you, Lyric. I don't want you to be afraid. I want you to know what it feels like to have someone love you.

She pulled back again and eyed him suspiciously. "No demand that I quit my job so you can shut me away and keep me safe?" "Hell no. Who would save my ass on a mission? I'm counting on you to protect me!" She laughed, despite the gut-wrenching pain it caused her, and let go of some of the horrible tension knotting her gut. "I'll do my best.

Do not listen to her, Alaric said. She is going to tell you in some kind of code only the two of you will understand, because you are siblings, to call the police on your cell phone. But if you do that, I will kill you and dispose of your body in a place where no one will find it. The river, I think. Your doorman is so stupid, he won't notice if I leave this building carrying a body in a rolled-up carpet.

This year, everything is going to be different. No one in Fischer Hall is going to die this year. Not even accidentally." "How are you going to manage that?" Coop asks, gnawing on a Chinese sparerib. "Bubble wrap all your residents?

I hope not to be gone for more than a day or two, Susannah, but I am perfectly aware that in the past it hasn't taken much longer than that for you to get yourself into mortal peril. Kindly, while I'm away, see to it that you exercise a modicum of caution in that capacity.

Would you rather be the mayor from the movie Jaws who keeps the beaches open when there's a killer shark out there? Or do you want to be the sheriff who turns out to be right about the killer shark, and saves thousands of people's lives?

Safety is an illusion, Costis. A Thief might fall at any time, and eventually the day must come when the god will let him. Whether I am on a rafter three stories up or on a staircase three steps up, I am in my god's hands. He will keep me safe, or he will not, here or on the stairs.

What kind of man refers to himself as safely dead?

I am an ambassador, Akretenesh warned me, anger bringing his confidence back. You cannot shoot. I don't mean to, I reassured him, still smiling. I adopted his soothing tones. Indeed, you are the only man I won't shoot. But if I aimed at anyone else, it might give others a dangerously mistaken sense of their own safety. I raised my voice a trifle, though it wasn't really necessary. We will have another vote, Xorcheus. They elected me Sounis. It was unanimous.

He looked at their shabby clothes in puzzlement. "We were traveling anonymously for safety—" explained the magus. "But surely—" "—and then we were robbed on the road." "Ah," said the king, "the danger in being anonymous.

Keeping a private guard this large is like using a wolf to guard the farm. It may keep off the other wolves, but sooner or later it will eat you.