Quotes About Safety

The outdoors is one of the safest places you can be--provided that you've got a little bit of know-how and a lot of common sense.

Is anything going to kill me if I use your bathroom?" I finally asked. "Knowing you?" Pritkin's voice was muffled since he hadn't raised his head. I frowned. "Is that a yes?" A couple of fingers came up to massage his temple. "That is a no. Assuming you didn't bring anything deadly along with you.

The result was enough noise to wake the dead, one of whom started hammering on the bathroom door. "Miss Palmer. Are you all right?

I feel safer when you're here. You're so big and sturdy, like a beautiful tree I can lean on and not knock over.

If you have to call the police on your man, then you'd better choices. If not, what have you taught him? Better him in jail this time rather than you in the morgue the next time.

Imagine lying on ice and not being cold. We are all in corpse pose on the mats. What she really said was imagine a place of safety and peace.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.

I'm not going anywhere until you're safe," Christian says to me, real quiet. "Isn't that quaint. The chivalrous Unseelie prince with the dick of death," Ryodan mocks.

I'll never get laid trying to keep you safe. You're a train wreck on steroids.

Let me be your anchor. I'll never let you be lost again.

If I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will! Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat.

I'm here. You're safe now. It's okay to remember. They can never hurt you again.

I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He didn't move away, and I battled the urge to lean back into him, seeking the comfort of his strength. Would he wrap his arms around me? Make me feel safe, if only for a moment, and if only a delusion?

It's not enough just to buy condoms, Cassidy; you have to use them.

They changed me. Before the rape, I was good, genuinely never had a mean thought. If I hurt someone, it was by accident and I felt bad about it. But when they were done with me, there was something new inside me: something ruthless and feral and beyond law that hungered to be the one perpetrating the savagery, because when you are the savage, no one messes with you. I'd wanted to be bad. It's safer to be bad.

After he'd gone, she'd suffered a momentary, nearly immobilizing flash of panic--what if the Hunters somehow managed to find her while he was gone?--but it dissipated swiftly, leaving her astonished to realize that she truly trust him to keep her safe, at least from everything besides himself.

When people have absolutely no control over the things that really matter to them, they tend to do one of three things: devolve into animals and prey on others, indulging their base instincts (wolves); huddle in herds for comfort and safety from the chaos (sheep); or invoke a rigid daily routine, effecting control over those few things they can while endeavoring to change what seems an inevitable fate (sheepdogs). Over

I won't hurt you," he said, his voice low and urgent.

I want to lock her up somewhere I can keep her safe forever.

You're inviting my rapists into my home.

Stay to the lights

He built his beloved a playground of infinite proportions, tucked away in a safe pocket of reality where she could stay for all time, unchanging. Unaging. She would be safe. Nothing and no one could ever hurt her. He would never have to worry that he might lose her.

People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It's the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or Die.

When one feels threatened, one clears the house before going to bed, but when one feels safe—a foolish thing to ever believe—one doesn't compulsively check all windows and doors, or is perhaps busy celebrating what one perceives as a victory over one's enemy. And that's precisely when the enemy strikes.