Overprotective Quotes

“You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can't constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It's stifling.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

“The people of jewel," said Olga Ciavolga,"treat their children like delicate flowers. They think they will not survive without constant protection. But there are parts of the world where young boys and girls spend weeks at a time with no company except a herd of goats. They chase away wolves. They take care of themselves, and they take care of the herd. And so, when hard times come - as they always do in the end - those children are resourceful and brave. If they have to walk from one end of the county to the other, carrying their baby brother and sisters, they will do it. If they have to hide during the day and travel at night to avoid soldiers, they will do it. They do not give up easily."
The tunnel took a sharp right-hand turn and, for a moment, the old woman s voice was lost. Something dropped onto Goldie's arm, and she opened her mouth to yelp - and thought of those children carrying their baby brothers and sisters through the night - and closed her mouth and kept going.
She rounded the corner in time to hear Olga Ciavolga murmur,"Of course, I am not saying that it is a good thing to give children such heavy responsibility's. They must be allowed to have a childhood. But they must also be allowed to find their courage and their wisdom, and learn when to stand and when to run away. After all, if they are not permitted to climb the trees, how will they ever see the great and wonderful world that lies before them?”
― Lian Tanner, Museum of Thieves

“As parents we have a tendency to overprotect; it's okay to try and show them all positives but we cannot forget that the real world has teeth”
― Johnnie Dent Jr.

“Batman: What have I told you about trusting dangerous and obsessive criminal geniuses?

Wonder Woman: To be fair, you tend to warn everyone about everything.

Batman: Point.”
― Landry Q. Walker, Batman: Brave and the Bold - Emerald Knight

“When her mother combed Harriet's hair, she said that the woods were disgustingly muddy and mosquito-ridden. During her history unit on pioneers, her father bashfully admitted that he couldn't pitch a tent, barbeque, or fight off bears in a forest. They both agreed that such a place was unsafe. Hotels were better.”
― Kimberly Karalius, Pocket Forest

“Daniels get your fucking hands off her." I look up at the sound of his deep voice and straight into his eyes, oh shit... Ryan's glaring at me.”
― Sarah Clay, Never Enough

“The lead singer put his sombrero on Zara's head and pulled her close, his hips moving in a way Jay didn't want to see another man's hips move when he was so close to the woman Jay had fantasized about kissing only moments ago.
As if he could hear Jay's internal dialogue, the singer caught his gaze. His lips spread in a smug smile and he slid his hand down Zara's back to the curve of her ass. Zara slapped his hand away but not before Jay felt a fierce and totally inexplicable wave of possessiveness wash over him.
Not my fight. But he was already out of the booth and across the floor. It was the disrespect the singer was showing toward her, he told himself, the danger he represented, and the gauntlet he'd thrown at Jay's feet. Nothing more.
"You came!" Zara flung herself into his arms before he could even open his mouth to give the singer a piece of his mind.
Jay gave a satisfied growl and wrapped his arms around her, acutely aware of her soft sexy body pressed up against him, her warmth seeping into his skin like a drug. Something loosened inside him and he bit back a sigh.
"Jay." She breathed his name and their eyes met, locked. The world fell away, the music fading beneath the pudding of his heart and the rush of blood in his ears. Raw need spiraled inside him, and in that moment he knew two things: he was going to kiss her, and it was going to happen now. He lowered his head, closing the distance between them, his thoughts centered on naked bodies, cool sheets, panted breaths, and the thudding of his headboard against the wall.”
― Sara Desai, The Singles Table

“Looks like she's got a few of the guys interested." Brad throws out "You going to go piss a ring around her so they know she's yours or what?”
― Sarah Clay, Never Enough

“Devon was madly in love with Kathleen, and along with that came all the jealousy and possessiveness that had plagued generations of Ravenels. While Devon was somewhat more reasonable than the past few earls, that wasn't saying much. Any man who frightened or offended Kathleen would earn his eternal wrath.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“My apologies, Wilson," he was stating to her partner, "but her first game was promised to me long ago." He glowered at her, challenging her to contradict him. "Isn't that right?"
The onlookers were spellbound by the fascinating display. Not wanting to cause a scene, she lied affably, "I'd given up on you, Mr. Stevens, and decided you weren't coming. How kind of you to finally join me."
"I was detained." He ushered her away, efficiently dismissing George. "Perhaps you can have a subsequent match with her, Wilson, although I doubt she'll be inclined. Once she's had the best, it will be hard for her to lower her standards.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender

“A tiny woman who looked very much like a fairy godmother appeared at the entrance to the kitchen with a stack of bedding in her arms. “Would the young man like to stay here for the night?”
He shook his head. No, the young man would not like to stay the night. The young man would prefer not to wake up dead after being smothered in his sleep.
“It’s okay, Gran,” said Simone, who at the very least had proved her desire to keep him alive. “He’s gonna crash at my house.”
“No, he’ll stay here.” Her grandmother’s flinty gaze hadn’t left his face, and he had the distinct feeling if he made a run for it, she’d trip him flat out with zero qualms.
He took the stack of blankets from her. “The couch sounds great.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“He always that overprotective?” Xaden grumbles, pressing up from the mat a few inches.

“He cares about me.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing (Part 1 of 2) [Dramatized Adaptation]