Quotes About Security

Sometimes you need that soft place to fall. That's your family, your faith. The stuff that doesn't change when everything else does.

Emily is safe now as well. I know it. She isn't cold or alone or hungry. She is not lost in the woods, running wildly as in my dreams. Seeking rescue. She is home. All around her, there is nothing but love.

He's a good tough producer, yes. But I don't think that he's unreasonable unless he feels threatened. And when somebody's in your home, I think everybody in the home gets threatened.

During World War II, code breaking would come into its own as one of the most fruitful forms of intelligence that exists.

Angry is just sad's bodyguard.

Right now, we have small, general-purpose quantum computers that can basically do anything you ask them to, if you ask nicely. Then we have large, special-purpose quantum computers that can solve specific problems better than classical computers can. What we don't have is a large, general-purpose quantum computer of the sort that would be needed to break codes, strike fear in the heart of the National Security Agency and other three-letter agencies. Which is probably a good thing.

I'll lock the skeleton in its cupboard and throw away the key.

Let's go home.

I froze like a startled bunny. Fumbling the disk into my purse, I cut my eyes toward the hallway. Had I locked the front door? Of course I had. Only a moron would break into someone's house and forget to lock the door. Damn it! I'd forgotten to lock the door.

Total strangers trying to kill me make me feel right at home.

Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.

Any community's arm of force - military, police, security - needs people in it who can do neccesary evil, and yet not be made evil by it. To do only the necessary and no more. To constantly question the assumptions, to stop the slide into atrocity.

Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room of gold!

The most certain test by which we judge whether a country is really free is the amount of security enjoyed by minorities.

Her guardian angel had given up his garrison

Creating authentic messaging with your story allows for the strategy, products, and security to come together correctly and create a melody that can be heard over the same old harmonies sung by everyone else.

About serving your country. You're a hero—people all over the nation, and right here in Shelter Bay, can sleep safe in their houses because the enemies are being kept at bay.

We . . . all just need to feel worthy, don't we? To be loved. To belong. Because if we don't feel that we belong somewhere, how can we ever call it home? Isn't it a most basic survival thing, because to be cast out of a group, or a herd, can mean death?

The familiarity of home always outweighed the danger. Deadly mistake, that.

The truth was, she'd never really thought about love before—the heart-pounding, can't-live-without-you kind of love that grows in the pit of the stomach and spreads outward until you're warm all over. The kind of love you know is real because you've got not one single teeny, tiny doubt that he'd be there for you, no matter what

The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe. Eat muffins.

Resetting the password only further frustrated her because the password had to include an uppercase letter, a number, a haiku, a gang sign, and the blood of a virgin.

So matter of fact. So confident. Not cocky, just very sure of his abilities. She wondered what that utter lack of self doubt was like. She'd sure like to know.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.