Quotes About Security

Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

I had my knife in hand before I realized I'd reached for it and had kicked open the...front door before it ever occurred to me that it might have already been unlocked.

Most people built walls to protect themselves. Dean did it to protect everyone else.

Before I liked cars, yachts, having a door to lock, and you. :)

Women shouldn't have to fade into the background to be safe.

I lie to her. Because this world is not safe. The people who are supposed to protect us, the people we are supposed to trust -- I know that sometimes they are the ones who do the most harm.

could practically hear Henry's subtle, pointed smile in response to those words. "Then you don't need to worry about me," he said. "Do you?

That you'll be more careful. That I won't come home to find you gone again.

The best way to keep intruders from breaking into a safe is to make sure they don't even know it's there.

Het hoofd van mijn beveiliging deed met getrokken pistool de deur open. 'Ook hallo,' zei Thea droog.

I need you to recover your senses and let your poor bodyguard onto that roof.

And my head of security didn't want me in this room with her alone.

Let me do it," Jameson said. "I can't protect you from everything, Heiress, but I can protect you from this." Jameson wasn't the Hawthorne I usually associated with protection.

Avery, I can personally guarantee that Nash will not ax-murder you or allow you to be ax-murdered by anyone else while I'm gone.

I glanced back at Oren and one of his men- not Eli. This man was older. Oren had called him the team's arctic specialist. Because every Texas billionaire needed an arctic specialist on their security team.

It's not the gun you should be scared of—it's the crazy man with the gun

Mama and I are curled up, pressed against each other like twin commas.

The covers are tented up over me and Mama's heads, and it's all dark, like we're deep underground. Animals in a den. All warm and snuggly.

Gary had grown up in a small town in Idaho and said it was kid heaven—there was room to breathe, to explore, you knew your neighbors, and your parents didn't mind if you were out late because bad things never happened there. You were safe.

When we feel safe, when we feel we are with someone who basically agrees with us about the symbolic universe, we let down our defenses, confident that our companion understands the symbols that are usually wall up, and will act appropriately.

I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

the one they used to call Club Fed. No fence, no guys with shanks or razor blades stuck in toothbrush handles. The worst that could happen to you, some guy hits you over the head with a tennis racquet.

But no brutality disgusted her: I suppose she has an innate admiration for it, if only her precious person were secure from injury!