Quotes About Security

When public access to voting is impaired or when public confidence in voting is diluted, democracy suffers and our freedom is less secure.

The man who is in the highest state of prosperity, and who thinks his fortune is most secure, knows not if it will remain unchanged till the evening.

There is one safeguard known generally to the wise, which is an advantage and security to all, but especially to democracies against despots -- suspicion.

What a comfort! The God who molded the galaxies . . . who keeps the planet turning at just the right speed, the perfect distance from the sun--this God, who created the world and all that it holds, holds us as well. His strong arms surround us, even when we can't feel them.

He liked the grand size of things in the woods, the feeling of being lost and far away, and the sense he had that with so many trees as wardens, no danger could find him.

After all, it was designed to withstand nuclear war, not just the puny huffs and puffs of politicians and religious fanatics.

God's grip never slips.

He shoved a magazine into the receiver, and it snapped into place. If someone showed up intending to hurt Kate or Jack, they'd come face-to-face with his Glock 23.

I'll keep you safe, Kate. Both of you. I promise.

I won't let anything happen to you, Kate." "You can't be here 24/7." "The heck I can't. I'll get Zac to cover my hours. We're only open four more days, then it's Christmas Eve. I'll have the sheriff keep an eye out. Nobody knows you're here, right? You haven't contacted anyone? Family? Friends?

On occasion, people who tried to write family members living at Site X by addressing the letters to "Oak Ridge" got those letters returned to sender with a note reading simply: "There is no such place as Oak Ridge, Tennessee.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized: Oak Ridgers had kept the most amazing secret ever.

Ah, grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes in the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for a real place to be readied before winter comes. You need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog.

As Christians see societies crumble and collapse, our response should not be terrified alarm, as though our security were bound up with a fragile human network of law and order, but anticipation and confidence: the Lamb is now on the throne, with God's plan for history firmly in hand.

Driven by fear, people run for security to mountains and forests, to sacred spots and shrines. But none of these can be a safe refuge, because they cannot free the mind from fear. —THE DHAMMAPADA

Just put down 9/11... I think, on most things I'm liberal, except on defending ourselves and keeping half the money. Those things I'm kind of conservative on.

I have a resistance to change in things that I feel comfortable with and that I'm used to.

Change is always good when managed properly, and we mustn't be afraid of it at all. In my view, a Comfort Zone may offer the security, but it's only after stepping out of the Comfort Zone that we find our true potential, brilliance extraordinaire and captivating creativity. So we should always welcome the Change, and most importantly, must manage it smartly.

All billionaire kids have bodyguards--at least that's what Max's dad had told him. But none were more qualified than Logan, who was a martial arts expert (with more black belts than one could count on tne fingers), a stunyt man (who had credits in no less than a dozen blockbuster action movies), a champion race-car driver (with a choice collection of exotic sports cars), and who could make a seriously mean peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

He put on his hat and wrapped his scarf around his jaw, but did without the wig and the sunglasses. He clicked his key chain and the car beeped and the doors locked. "That's it?" He looked up. "Sorry?" "Aren't you afraid it might get stolen? We're not exactly in a good part of town." "It's got a car alarm." "Don't you, like, cast a spell or something? To keep it safe?" "No. It's a pretty good car alarm.

I cannot have chaos erupting around me until I am prepared for it. I am a collector. I am an observer. I don't participate. My resources, and my standing, must be secure before I can allow the uncertainty of war to crash down upon us.

You can't leave me alone," she said, following him into the living room. "Yes," he corrected, "I can. You'll be perfectly safe." "The front door's off!" "Well, yes. You'll be perfectly safe as long as they don't come through the front door.

Those rocks we stepped over to get here – I'm assuming they go right around your property, yes? What do you need with a protective circle?" Jacob examined him,

The Brute was the biggest prison block in Coldheart. It had eighteen tiers of cells arranged around a wide-open space. Hanging over that space was the security hub/control room, a large, windowed cube that dangled on thick chains, accessible only via retractable walkways. Far beneath it, level with the block's second tier, was a large dais that hovered in place – no chains, ropes or struts necessary. Two tiers beneath that, a lake of energy rippled over the floor.