Quotes About Security

My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps.

I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.

Not that I was worried about anyone stealing my car. I once had a car thief offer to get me something better for a sweetheart rate.

Better safe than exsanguinated.

Sir, said the guard from behind me. I'd appreciate it if you left your club here. I paused and looked over my shoulder, He had a gun. His hand wasn't exactly resting on it, but he'd tucked his thumb into his belt about half an inch away. It isn't a club, I said calmly. It's a walking stick. Six feet long. It's traditional Ozark folk art. With dents and nicks all over it. I thought about it for a second. I'm insecure? Get a blanket.

I... drew out the gun I kept at home, a great big old Dirty Harry Callahan number that weighed about seventy-five thousand pounds.

Bob," I asked. "What is all my stuff doing here?" "Oh," Bob said. "That. Well. Bianca got the idea, somewhere, that your stuff might explode if anyone messed around with it." I heard the wryness in my voice, though I didn't feel it. "She did, did she." "I can't imagine how." "I'm doubling your pay.

In my judgment, my buildings are considerably less likely to burn to the ground during one of your visits if you are disoriented from being treated like a sultan.

Nothing is truly safe in this world—and that being the case, why worry about threats that have not yet appeared? Far wiser to make what preparations one could, face trouble as it arose, and be happy in the meantime.

That's the thing about living behind all that security: If it can keep threats out, it can just as easily keep you in.

Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else's hand can ease pain and make things better.

Make ready to repel boarders.

I set things down and locked up my wards and the heavy steel door I'd had installed after a big, bad demon had huffed and puffed and blown down the original. It wasn't until I had them all firmly secured that I let out a slow breath and started to relax. The living room was lit only by the embers of the fire and a few tiny flames. From the kitchen alcove, I heard the soft thumping sound of Mouse's tail wagging against the icebox

It was more than that, too. There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand a silent, reflex-deep affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares. It seemed that, lately, I had barely been touched at all.

Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn't need more than one syllable. Home is part of the fabric of who humans are. Doesn't matter if you're a vampire or a wizard or a secretary or a schoolteacher; you have to have a home, even if only in principle—there has to be a zero point from which you can make comparisons to everything else. Home tends to be it.

Well. I'd done pretty well, in the survival department, by assuming that my paranoia was justified. Maybe taking out an insurance policy wouldn't be a bad idea.

God is in control of all events and is able to protect and provide for you His child.

The knowledge that God is in control should give you confidence for the future.

Since God is with you and you are with God, you have nothing to fear!

God sovereignly controls every detail of your life, which should be a great comfort to you.

As a Christian your future is secure.

What has been touted by government officials as a means to protect us has slowly been transformed into a surveillance state being used to protect the government and the people who control it from any public rebellion.