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

“You have such an expressive face,” he remarked. “It’s devastating when you smile—but I think I prefer you this way, wearing your anger like armor. As if you won’t fall to pieces the moment someone breaks through your defenses and sees the shatter of it in your eyes.”
― Nenia Campbell, Rent Girl

“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

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

“Mulan found it easier to face the morning by pretending that her clothes were armor. The stiff coronation robe Ting was smoothing down over her shoulders. She imagined it woven with threads of spun gold, the embroidered phoenixes stitched with blazing-red iron. Her sash, hanging loose down her back, was a shoulder guard of blue iron, and the phoenixes on her shoes were spikes and spurs.
“Please keep your head forward, Empress.”
A handmaiden gripped a handful of hair, pulling it taut enough to make Mulan’s eyes water. The hair, at least, was easy to imagine as a helmet. By the time the maid finished wrapping it around multiple combs and adorning the layered buns with everything from flowers to jade to tiny golden bells, Mulan’s coiffure would stop arrows far better than anything the imperial blacksmiths could craft.
The maid inserted one last pin and stepped back. “All done.”
She pulled the train of Mulan’s robe out as Mulan stepped in front of a full-length mirror. Mulan’s reflection was warped and metallic on the coppery finish, but she could see that she was made up as intricately as the finest ladies of court, her face powdered white, her eyes lined with charcoal, and her lips painted red as her sash. Her eyebrows had been shaved and drawn back in with blue-black pigment. Tiny silver beads adorned her yellow-tinted forehead, and three flowers had been painted on her right cheek.
“Armor,” Mulan said under her breath.
“Your Majesty?”
“Nothing, just talking to myself.”
― Livia Blackburne

“The strongest armor one can wear is integrity.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“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