Quotes About Security

I mean I would rather be a librarian but I worry about the job security, books may be temporary dicks are forever.

Day, would meet harm on top of it? Wasn't I safe by default?

Order was what regular people wanted. Order and security were necessary before prosperity could take hold. The political crap, the who is going to be in charge, did not matter to most folks.

This analysis leads me to conclude that DevSecOps should not be defined as a team consisting of development, operations and security roles. In fact, I believe that DevSecOps is a term that describes a cross-functional DevOps team that integrates security practices within their own processes to deliver secure software and infrastructure. To put it another way, DevSecOps is DevOps done securely. In the words of Eliza-May Austin, 'DevSecOps teams simply don't exist.

The thing about a cavity search is this: it has nothing to do with the dentist.

Jonah spoke what everyone was thinking. Wouldn't it be Twilight Zone if the door was open, too? Hamilton tried the knob. It didn't budge. Ian stepped forward and examined the lock. Natalie's diary has better security than this. He produced a credit card and slipped it between the latch and the jamb. There was a click, and the door swung wide.

Peer relationships are safest when they are the natural offspring of attachments with the parents.

Attachment is both a shield and a sword.

we no longer live in a nation, but in a Homeland.

If you want, let's say, to deny the people certain rights, keep them ignorant of the Bill of Rights. If nobody understands who we were, we won't question why we are what we are. ... [I]t's to the interest of the oligarchs --- the national security statespersons --- keep the people ignorant.

A secure future seemed mapped out for me. Too secure, too mapped out. If I carried on in medicine, I realized I'd have a pretty good idea exactly what I'd be doing ten, twenty and even thirty years from that moment. It struck me like a halibut from the North Sea that that was not the way my life should go at all. What was the point of working on through the age of sixty-five and taking a chance on a better reincarnation next time?

Governments often keep their populace in permanent states of vigilance or anxiety against foreign enemies as a control mechanism—the politics of fear.

In a crisis perhaps it is old clichés one clings to, like a child to a parent.

God loves you, they say in the churches, God is everything. People who believe that don't need admiration, they don't need to sleep with a man, they feel safe. But I can't invent a belief.

He had thought that home was something one possessed, but the things one had possessed were cursed with change; it was what one didn't possess that remained the same and welcomed him.

And yet he was happier in his unused room simply because it was his, his possession. I thought with bitterness and envy, if one possesses a thing securely, one need never use it.

I was afraid of burglars and Indian thugs and snakes and fires and Jack the Ripper, when I should have been afraid of thirty years in a bank and a take-over bid and a premature retirement and the Deuil du Roy Albert.

The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety. (The Power and the Glory)

Henry was living in a terrible insecurity. To that extent his plight was worse than mine. I had the security of possessing nothing.

With goodness one can feel secure; why wasn't I satisfied with goodness, why did I always ask her the wrong questions?

and I took her words as an insult and walked straight out and down the stairs and into the street. Is this the end, I wondered, playacting to myself? There's no need ever to go back. If I can get her out of my system, can't I find somewhere a quiet friendly marriage that would go on and on? Then perhaps I wouldn't feel jealous because I wouldn't love enough: I would just be secure, and my self-pity and hatred walked hand in hand across the darkening Common like idiots without a keeper.

The first day one watches to see whether a routine will emerge: it is a routine that makes home.

If one possess a thing securely one need never use it.

He is jealous of the past and the present and the future. His love is like a medieval chastity belt: only when he is there with me, in me, does he feel safe. If I could make him feel secure, then we could love peacefully, happily, not savagely, inordinately, and the desert would recede out of sight. For a lifetime perhaps.