Armor Quotes

“I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.”
― Veronica Roth, Insurgent

“Love is a violent recreational sport. Proceed at your own risk. Helmets, armor, and steel-toe boots are required by law.”
― H.C. Paye

“You are
What you do
When it counts"
- The Masao”
― John Steakley, Armor

“Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.”
― Karen Quan, Write like no one is reading 2

“ARMOR, n. The kind of clothing worn by a man whose tailor is a blacksmith.”
― Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary

“Oversharing? Not vulnerability; I call it floodlighting. ... A lot of times we share too much information as a way to protect us from vulnerability, and here's why.

I'm scared to let you know that I just wrote this article and I'm under total fire for it and people are making fun of me and I'm feeling hurt -- the same thing that I told someone in an intimate conversation. So what I do is I floodlight you with it - I don't know you very well or I'm in front of a big group, or it's a story that I haven't processed enough to be sharing with other people - and you immediately respond "hands up; push me away" and I go, "See? No one cares about me. No one gives a s*** that I'm hurting. I knew it."

It's how we protect ourselves from vulnerability. We just engage in a behavior that confirms our fear.”
― Brené Brown, The Power of Vulnerability: Teachings of Authenticity, Connections and Courage

“Do you care about your image?' Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I was mentally kicking myself. He'd been kidding around, and meanwhile I sounded like an afternoon special. But he didn't seem to mind.
'Sure. It's my armor.'
'Your what?' The WALK sign flashed, and he put a hand on my elbow as we crossed the street. And yes, even that faint pressure on that small spot made my entire arm tingle.
'My armor. You know. Self-protective camouflage. Everybody has an armor. Even you, I bet, even though I still haven't figured out what form yours takes.”
― Jennifer Sturman, And Then Everything Unraveled

“Love is a violent recreational sport. Proceed at your own risk. Helmets, armor, and steel-toe boots are required by law.”
― H.C.Paye

“Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.”
― Tanya Huff, Nights of the Round Table and Other Stories of Heroic Fantasy

“Thank you, Father," Sir Lancelot replied gratefully. "But ... er ... Father?"
"Yes, Lancelot?"
"You didn't say anything about my armor. Is it not shiny enough?”
― Gerald Morris

“Dr. Timothy Shutt, in the context of the Illiad, explains the larger meaning of armor in Greek culture. It is the visible reputation of the warrior -- his gravitas, his wake. This allows another warrior to go out and win victories in the armor of Achilles.”
― Timothy Shutt

“Yes, Father. They have the bravest hearts, the noblest souls, and the shiniest armor in all the world.”
“Shiniest armor?” repeated King Ban.”
― Gerald Morris

“Good armor and a good horse means a good ransom if I unseat him.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

“Arrows can pierce armor. Mockery and nasty words can pierce my heart”
― Alain de Lille

“There’s a whisper of something at the back of my neck, and I bristle, knowing that for weeks I’ve been leaving my armor at the door, slipping around the warm floors in nothing sturdier than gossamer, assuming the world outside was the problem.”
― Lauren Nossett, The Professor

“There’s a whisper of something at the back of my neck, and I bristle, knowing that for weeks I’ve been
leaving my armor at the door, slipping around the warm floors in nothing sturdier than gossamer, assuming the world outside was the problem.”
― Lauren Nossett

“It wasn’t a suit of armor, it was my insides on the outside. A wearable prayer.”
― Robin Brown, Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

“Without will of my own, my startled sight jumped to Guenhumara's face and I saw the tide of painful color flood up to the roots of her hair, and I knew too that she had had no warning, but that unlike me, she had feared in advance; and that the heavy paint of her face had been put on as a young man takes up his armor.”
― Rosemary Sutcliff, Sword at Sunset

“You've become your own cage,
bars forged from fears you once called armor, now rusted, bleeding into the veins of your dreams.
Each step is tethered to the weight of who you were, but that old skin no longer fits your bones.
Look down-
your shadow clings like a desperate lover, begging you to stay.
But beyond the edge, the wind whispers of freedom,
of shedding this worn-out shell.”
― Sean Delaney

“You’ve fought countless battles; perhaps it’s time to lay down your armor and embrace the happiness that awaits.”
― Blade Seventh

“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body, a body forged to withstand even nuclear weapons. Yet, an ache gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm what was forged, but the pain of their sacrifice, especially hers, remained—eternally engraved within his soul.”
― Blade Seventh

“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body; a body whose armour would have withstood even the greatest of nuclear weapons. Yet, an ache had gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm what had been forged, but the pain of their sacrifice, especially hers, remained—eternally engraved within his soul.”
― Blade Seventh

“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body; a body whose armour could not be harmed even by the greatest of nuclear weapons. Yet an ache gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm his body of a thousand scars. Yet, for eternity, he would carry the pain of their sacrifice—her sacrifice—engraved in his soul.”
― Blade Seventh

“Ella, let me give you a piece of advice. You feel too much, and everything you feel is right there on that face of yours. It's in your voice. You've got to close that face of yours or people will keep hurting you. Put on a skin of toughness and hide yourself. You know, like a crab.”
― Nyani Nkrumah, Wade in the Water

“Breathwork isn't for quick fixes, it's reclaiming power, one breath at a time. Practice makes it a daily ally, disintegrating armor to enrich creativity and connections. Like nature's steady pulse, breath affirms our strength.”
― Laurence Galian, Crossing the Forbidden Highway: The Untold Story of Orgone, Body Therapy, and Suppressed Emotion

“For example, a monk’s celibacy might armor the pelvis. It blocks orgasmic release and reinforces emotional numbness. Reich’s solution was orgastic potency. This is the ability to fully surrender to orgasm. It dissolves armor and restores vitality.”
― Laurence Galian, Crossing the Forbidden Highway: The Untold Story of Orgone, Body Therapy, and Suppressed Emotion

“Unlike Reich's work, which excavates trauma stored in the body's armor, CBT cannot penetrate the subconscious terrain where pre-verbal wounds, shadow selves, and somatic imprints reside.”
― Laurence Galian, Crossing the Forbidden Highway: The Untold Story of Orgone, Body Therapy, and Suppressed Emotion

“Aisha stared at the lines. She had not prayed to the gods in a long time. She was not in the habit of asking anyone - human or deity - for assistance. But these words did not feel like a plea. They felt like armor.”
― Chelsea Abdullah, The Ashfire King

“In his absence, Aisha rolled up one of her sleeves and touched the thatched henna pattern Umm Jaber had drawn on her arm. Armor, Aisha had called it. She only wished she could wear it over her heart. She clutched her arm and glanced up at the weeping sky.

Aisha was envious; she had forgotten how to cry long ago.”
― Chelsea Abdullah, The Ashfire King

“

I think we all wear armor. I think those who don't are fools, risking the pain of being wounded by the sharp edges of the world, over and over again. But if I've learned anything from those fools, it's that to be vulnerable is a strength most of us fear. It takes courage to let down your armor, to welcome people to see you as you are. Sometimes I feel the same as you: I can't risk having people behold me as I truly am. But there's also a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice that tells me, "You will miss so much by being so guarded."

Perhaps it begins with one person. Someone you trust. You remove a piece of armor for them; you let the light stream in, even if it makes you wince. Perhaps that is how you learn to be soft yet strong, even in fear and uncertainty. One person, one piece of steel.

”
― Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals