Quotes About Security

But now he held her. He forgot to worry as much about waking her up. She turned her body to his, eyes closed, and curled herself around him. She pressed her cheek to her chest, and he felt the tickle of her hair in his neck and under his nose. Trust and love went together.

She needed to know someone was looking out for her. She needed someone to promise her that the world wasn't empty

As governor of Florida he aggressively pushed a bill that would allow illegal aliens to obtain driver's licenses, less than three years after thirteen of nineteen terrorists in the September 11 attack had used Florida driver's licenses to board the planes.

They were much, much safer.

held her sister's had protectively.

most of us spend our time seeking happiness and security without acknowledging the underlying purpose of our search. Each of us is looking for a path back to the present: We are trying to find good enough reasons to be satisfied now. Acknowledging that this is the structure of the game we are playing allows us to play it differently. How we pay attention to the present moment largely determines the character of our experience and, therefore, the quality of our lives.

most of us spend our time seeking happiness and security without acknowledging the underlying purpose of our search. Each of us is looking for a path back to the present: We are trying to find good enough reasons to be satisfied now.

In such a situation, the only thing likely to ensure our survival may be a nuclear first strike of our own.

When the mind stops searching, when it stops wanting refuge, when it no longer goes in search of security, when it no longer craves more books and information, when it ignores even the memory of desire, only then will Love arrive within.

By 2003 he had begun to worry that powerful countries were pursuing their own security in ways that aggravated their peril. He

Happiness, said he, must be something solid and permanent, without fear and without uncertainty.

Courage is reckoned the greatest of all virtues; because, unless a man has that virtue, he has no security for preserving any other.

Paranoia's OK, said Berry, it's just a more primitive defense. If you think someone's watching you, you think you're not alone.

His arms closed around them. While the storm raged outside,he held them protectively. Anna buried her face in one side of his neck,David in the other. His hands cupped the backs of their heads,pressing them closer.Things were hurled against the cellar door with such impetus that David's small fist gripped a handful of his shirt. And he knew that this was what mattered. They mattered. He mattered to them. All the rest of it all the rest of it evaporated into insignificance..

I felt free this time, knowing I had a job and that I wasn't going to be graded. I could simply experiment and create. The thought occurred to me that if I always lived under the certainty of God's provision instead of the certainty of Lexi's worry, I might always feel this free.

Money solves nothing but it eases everything.

Most of them don't even mind being surveilled anymore if they think it keeps them safe, and women's rights are always the first thing to go backward in a crisis.

The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

It's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home.

My dearest heart," he whispered, gathering her into his arms. He was holding her so tight she could hardly breathe, but she liked it. She wanted to become a part of him, she thought, as she cuddled up against him. She wanted to be with him always. "I will never let anything hurt you again," he went on. "I will be your lord and your love, and wherever I go, you will be in my mind and my heart.

I'm going to check on you in the night, he said. At random intervals of my choosing. I figured.

And if I see you step foot on my property again, I'll do more than make a phone call," he says, waving the baseball bat around menacingly.

All I wanted - all I'd ever wanted - was just to get away. To be somewhere small where I could crowd in and feel safe, all four walls pressed around me, no one staring or pointing or yelling.