Quotes About Security

Doesn't love make a home? Doesn't love make a family?

After what I had been through, I needed something far steadier than love.

Home isn't a place where everything stays the same; it's a place where you are safe and loved despite nothing staying the same.

I am of mixed minds about the issue of privacy. On one hand, I understand that information is power, and power is, well, power, so keeping your private information to yourself is essential - especially if you are a controversial figure, a celebrity, or a dissident.

people hack into the library to rehearse hacking into bigger, more secure, and more valuable targets.

One of the guards told me that his position at the library feels more like that of a psychologist or a priest than a security guard.

While very small, unless our childhood was damaged, those around us did their best to keep us absolutely safe, warm, cared for, loved. We leave that behind as we grow to adulthood, but we'll always be looking for it again, always be wanting to recreate the security and the validation that was ours in the early years. 'In love' holds out the promise that our beloved will make us the centre of their world, and for ever. No wonder it's an obsessive compulsion. We

The more established we are in our world, the less flexibility we have for allowing a partner into that world.

Well, I think by any expectation South Africa has come a tremendously long way. We've seen a society that many people thought couldn't withstand a peaceful transition to democracy without a great deal of violence, in fact, make that transition and do it in relative peace and security.

As Prime Minister Netanyahu and Defense Minister Barak have repeatedly said, the intelligence and security relationship between the United States and Israel at present is unprecedented. It has never been stronger.

I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

When you're with the person you love, you're home.

All was perfectly scaled to the human body and, in that, conducive to a sense of safety, of being at home in a known world.

She felt safer back here, separated from this man by four feet of shining wood.

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.

I miss home badly sometimes. But then I remember there's nothing left to miss anymore. I feel safer here.

Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him," I say. "So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" "Put you somewhere you can't get hurt." And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.

Deberías despertarme -le digo, porque yo interrumpo su sueño dos o tres veces cuando tengo una noche mala hasta que logra calmarme de nuevo. -No hace falta, mis pesadillas suelen ser sobre perderte, así que se me pasa cuando me doy cuenta de que estás a mi lado.

And he wanted to keep her. Safe and close at hand. Admired and admiring. Devoted. And entirely, unequivocally his.

He wanted to stay there forever, letting her soothe him, pretending he was just a kid and his mom could make everything okay.

Yo despierto gritando por pesadillas. Pero sus brazos están ahí para confortarme. Y finalmente sus labios. Y sólo él puede darme eso. Él susurra: Tú me amas. ¿Real o no real?.. Yo digo: -Real..

I am Buttercup. Peeta, the thing I want so badly to secure, is the light. As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he's bristling with aggression.

Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you.