49 Quotes About Protectiveness

A beast in a man’s skin, a monster she didn’t recognize under the syrup thick stains of blood and gore sheeting from his skin. Tobias’ wild green eyes swung up to meet Quinn’s. Lip curled up, showing the vicious edge of his teeth, he took in Quinn’s horrified face. Whatever else he saw snapped something inside of him. Something she felt torn asunder deep inside her heart. Pain, yes, but so much more. Possessive, protective. Swimming through it all the sharp edged sword of his love.

To his children, Will showed the same love he had always shown to her, fierce and unyielding. And the same protectiveness he had only ever showed to one other person: the person James had been named after. Will’s parabatai, Jem.

I know you love her. I’ve never seen you act this crazed in your life. I get that. But Nan hates her. If you love Blaire then protect her from the venom that is dripping from your sister’s fangs. Or I will.

If you dare to injure her in the least, I will await you where no policeman can step in between. And God shall judge between us two.

Then Prometheus turned to Pandy, very obviously not looking at Douban.

I should like to save the Shire, if I could – though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don’t feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again.

Chase leaned on the table, staring Sammy straight in the eye. "If you ever, ever try to harm my mate again, in any way, no matter how indirectly, I will find you.

…But what it comes down to for me is that it’s not an ideal world. There are people out there who torture, burn, maim, bomb and enslave others. Mostly because of religion and territory, and they’re not going to be dissuaded from their path. Kids should be able to chase butterflies and feed ducks and go to school without fearing a bomb or a bullet. Or worse. And I guess that’s why I do what I do…

He couldn't stand by and do nothing. Something inside him had been let out of its cage, and it wouldn't go back in until he'd made the world pay for hurting Cassandra.When he thought of what she might be feeling, how frightened and furious and wounded she must be... a strange and terrible emotion twisted all through him. He wanted Cassandra in his arms. He wanted to shield her from all this damned ugliness.