Quotes About Security

Hubert complains that the electric wastebasket has been overheating. I haven't noticed it but that's what Hubert says and Hubert is rarely wrong about things that don't matter. The electric wastebasket is a security item. Papers dropped into it are destroyed instantly. How the electric wastebasket accomplishes this is not known. An intimidation followed by a demoralization eventuating in a disintegration, one assumes. It is not emptied. There are not even ashes.

You have to know how to defend yourself. People

In an atmosphere where compromise is viewed as akin to sedition, the result is a dynamic in which national security is often the victim.

Earthly love… is temporal and slight so that is has to be given again and again in order for us to feel any sense of security; but God's love, God's voice and presence, would instill our souls with such affirmation we would need nothing more and would cause us to love other people so much we would be willing to die for them.

kids with parents who are honest about their shortcomings seem to do better in life. What I mean is parents who aren't trying to be perfect or pretend they're perfect have kids who trust and respect them more. It's as though vulnerability and openness act as the soil that fosters security. And I'd say that's the quality I most often sense in the children of honest, open parents. I sense security.

I asked him if it was scary being a father, and he told me, no, he loved it. He said his life had gotten smaller. His world had shrunk to his wife and his kid, and all that mattered was keeping them safe.

When we meet somebody who is like us, we feel more safe, mainly because we understand the person better.

Example: You'll get a good roof which results in a worry-free home.

There you go. Now you know what you're really selling. You're really selling a worry-free home.

Acumular recursos. Si los productos y servicios que ofreces ayudan a la gente a hacer dinero o acumular recursos que le son muy necesarios, eso tiene una rápida traducción en el deseo de supervivencia de la persona.

half the feeling of home is usually a person.

We are going to build a wall. You're going to pay for the wall.

Hobie]"Theo." His hug was strong and parental, and so fierce that it made me cry even harder. Then his hand was on my shoulder, heavy anchoring hand that was security and authority itself; he was leading me in, into the workshop, dim gilt and rich wood smells I'd dreamed of, up the stairs into the long-lost parlor, with its velvets and urns and bronzes.

Hobie's presence below stairs was an anchor, a friendly weight...

The thing to remember," said Dave, the psychiatrist who had been assigned to me by the city, "is that you'll be taken care of no matter what." He was a thirtyish guy with dark clothes and trendy eyeglasses who always looked as if he'd just come from a poetry reading in the basement of some church.

Well, hey, you don't have anything to worry about then, do you?

When we are sad—at least I am like this—it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to the things that don't change.

I was not frightened, for I was one of those happy children who are studiously kept in ignorance of ghost stories, of fairy tales, and of all such lore as makes us cover up our heads when the door creeks suddenly, or the flicker of an expiring candle makes the shadow of a bed-post dance upon the wall, nearer to our faces.

Somebody may say, "But I may not be able to hold out." He is going to do that for you—He will hold you. His sheep are safe, my friend.

the perpetual presence of Christ with that Holy Catholic Church, which is His body, is the great secret of its continuance and security. It lives on, and cannot die, because Jesus Christ is in the midst of it. It is a ship tossed with storm and tempest; but it cannot sink, because Christ is on board. Its members may be persecuted, oppressed, imprisoned, robbed, beaten, beheaded, or burned; but His true Church is never extinguished.

Do not, as long as you live, ever again allow your real name to be coupled with your home address.

She'll be OK,' I say to the man behind me. 'You sure?' he asks, and I hear him take another step back. It's always easy to convince people it's OK because if it isn't, they'd have to get involved. 'Yeah.

I don't want to tell you how much insurance I carry with the Prudential, but all I can say is: when I go, they go too.

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them. -Psalm 34:7