Best 30 quotes in «bodyguard quotes» category

The thing most people don't plan for in my industry is longevity. I try and remind them, this is the business of protection, and as such, we’ve got to think about it like it’s a business. Once you understand business norms and business principles, and then start applying those, that’s where you get that longevity from.

Control puberty?" snorted the bodyguard."If you manage that, you'll be the first.

this was business.

When I couldn't distract myself with work, that's all I had. They were faceless women, angel." Dipping, he pushes his scratchy cheek into mine and whispers in my ear. "I see you

You’re mine,” she whispered. “As long as you’ll have me.

I don't want to tell you how to be a prince, but shouldn't you have some bodyguards or something?" "Bodyguards? Who would want to harm a charming guy like me?

I don't need bodyguards. I'm from the South Bronx.

I was actually worried about David Ross safety being in Cleveland. I thought I had to be a bodyguard.

I have hired a bodyguard, on the recommendation of my friends and the government. It's outrageous, having to live like this.

Canada's the best country in the world.

A bodyguard for a pretty socialite, I was moving up in the world. Like all idiots I naturally assumed she was pretty because she was rich. You can buy anything with money, even people, even... beauty.

It is what it is but I do me and I think people respect that. They see me out in the hood by myself or with wifey and I don't have no bodyguards.

Nice' in a bodyguard is about as useful as the ability to regurgitate whole lobsters.

That thing in you that you think is a demon is actually a bodyguard that's run amok

The person of truth must be covered with bodyguards of lies.

I wore bulletproof vests, and my bodyguards had the option of having bulletproof vests - I bought five sets.

My lady makes me do it. I sang Whitney Houston's "Bodyguard".

She bit my bodyguard. She bit him in the stomach.

Can you just kill me? Carry me out in a box?” I looked up at her. “Do you even have a gun?”“What kind of bodyguard would I be if I needed a gun to kill someone?” Becca smiled

He's following us at a distance," she said, annoyed. "Like a guardian angel," Helen said. Dr. Gibson snorted. "Did you see the way he felled that thing? His fists were as quick as thought. Like a professional fighter. One has to question how such a man appeared out of nowhere at just the right moment." "I think he did far less damage to his opponent than you did to yours," Helen said admiringly. "The way you took that ruffian down with your cane- I've never seen anything like it." "My aim was a bit off," Dr. Gibson said. "I didn't connect squarely with the ulnar nerve in his wrist. I shall have to consult with my fencing-master about my technique." "It was still very impressive," Helen assured her. "I pity anyone who makes the mistake of underestimating you, Dr. Gibson." "My lady, the sentiment is returned in full.

We have a Russian proverb, "Those who are doomed to be sunk will never be hanged." I think that you shouldn't run away from what is in front of you. You should do what you have to do, and leave to it. What can you do? Hire bodyguards? Stop doing anything? It will not save you either.

I bloody hated bodyguard detail. On regular jobs, I had to depend only on myself. But bodyguard detail was a couple’s kind of dance. You had to work with the body you guarded, and in my experience, bodies proved uncooperative.

His lips caressed her ear. “Best dance of my entire life.

In the battle of real world vs. textbook, the real world will win every time.

I just want us to be honest with ourselves, what’s our intent when we criticize, is it to make someone else better, or just to announce to the world that we are better, and use someone else’s error to help us shine a little brighter?

You can hire a bodyguard, to protect you at the bank for example.

ot everyone liked Albert. Not everyone was happy that he had become the most important person around. Lots of people were jealous that Albert had a girl to clean his house and the porcelain basin where he did his business at night when he didn’t want to go outside to the only actual outhouse in Per-dido Beach. And that he could afford to send his clothes to be washed in the fresh water of the ironically named Lake Evian. And there were definitely people who didn’t like working for Albert, having to do what he said or go hungry. Albert traveled with a bodyguard now. The bodyguard’s name was Jamal. Jamal carried an automatic rifle over his shoulder. He had a massive hunting knife in his belt. And a club that was an oak chair leg with spikes driven through it to make a sort of mace. Unlike everyone else Albert carried no weapon himself. Jamal was weapon enough.

I was attempting to take the gun,” Mr Locke stated, “in the hope it would prevent it from firing.” “Take it from me, Mr Locke, that don’t work,” Mr Skinner said as he lifted his iron hand.

Misfortune never comes singly. It's surrounded by bodyguards.

She danced her way right into his heart. Corny, but true.