Quotes About Security

We've managed to make a good marriage. This I say with all humility. It's a marriage in which there is nothing that can be hurt by the roughest usage. It's a marriage that you can let yourself go in, a marriage in which you can put your feet up and relax.

We discovered that safety and security are commodities you can sell in return for excitement but you can never buy them back.

He is proud that his job includes an element of protecting the British public from explosive devices, even though the British public probably thinks he's the one most likely to be planting them.

Her room felt wonderful to her, as usual. She looked around with satisfaction… She imagined to herself that she would always live this way, even after she had grown up and moved away from her family. She planned to have exactly the same room wherever she was, because this room was her. No matter what happened out there in the rest of the world, she felt totally comfortable once she got into this room and closed the door.

Food is as important as energy, as security, as the environment. Everything is linked together.

Your security is not your job, or your bank account, or your investments, or your spouse or parents. Your security is your ability to connect with the cosmic power that creates all things.

Every corner of my world is a safe place. Even in the dark of night when I sleep, I am safe. I know tomorrow will take care of itself. My dreams are dreams of joy. I awaken feeling safe and secure. I love waking up. If I awaken with a dream, I ask it to tell me about itself.

I feel totally safe everywhere in this Universe.

I love myself; therefore, I live totally in the now, experiencing each moment as good and knowing that my future is bright and joyous and secure, for I am a beloved child of the Universe, and the Universe lovingly takes care of me now and forever more. All is well in my world.

HIP: I joyfully move forward supported and sustained by the power of life. I move into my greater good. I am secure. (Arthritis): Love. Forgiveness. I let others be themselves and I am free.

The only thing money really buys?...Space. A bigger house, a bigger car, a larger hotel room. First-class plane tickets. But it doesn't even buy comfort. No one complains more than the rich and entitled. Comfort, security, ease. None of them come with money.

Beauvoir knew that the root of all evil wasn't money. No, what created and drove evil was fear. Fear of not having enough money, enough food, enough land, enough power, enough security, enough love. Fear of not getting what you want, or losing what you have.

What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity.

But sometimes that comfort was an illusion. Masquerading as protecting, while actually imprisoning.

But odd as his family might be, they were nothing compared to this. In fact, that was one of the great comforts of his job. At least his family compared well to people who actually killed each other, rather than just thought about it.

Most of the people came through my door because of a crisis in their lives, and most of those crises boiled down to loss. Loss of a marriage or an important relationship. Loss of security. A job, a home, a parent. Something drove them to ask for help and to look deep inside themselves. And the catalyst was often change and loss.

They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.

Beauvoir knew that almost everyone did four things, when faced with modern technology. First they created passwords. Then they forgot them. Then, on being forced to create new ones, they simplified and went with only one, which opened everything. And then they wrote it down. And hid that paper somewhere. That way they only had to remember the place, not the password

All around are walls, for protection." Then her finger stopped its movement and rested on the soft center of her palm. "This is the pale." "So if you're beyond the pale…" "You're an outsider," said Myrna. "A threat." She slowly closed her hand.

Arguing as a now senior Sûreté officer that there was absolutely no reason a member of the public should have a handgun. And certainly not an assault-style weapon. They were only designed, and intended, to shoot humans.

Safe, thought Gamache. How primal that was, how powerful. What would people do to preserve a safe harbor? They'd do what they'd done for centuries. What the French had done to save Québec, what the English had done to take it. What countries do to protect their borders, what individuals do to protect their homes. They kill. To feel safe. It almost never worked.

When he looked at her he didn't see the wild, untamable hair, the billowing frocks, the Dollar-rama store horn-rimmed spectacles. No. He saw his safe harbor.

I have no ideology beyond finding and defending that spot between freedom and safety.

This was a walled world. With a pretense of control, without the reality of it.