"Bulletproof" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... mine,' she would have said with perfect sincerity, 'but God's.' Still, whatever its source, it had been there at command, and the reflection carried with it a sad sense of security. It was as though a soldier after his first skirmish should congratulate himself on being bulletproof. ...
— Robert Elsmere • Mrs. Humphry Ward
... said, writing at one of the letters he had been set to. "Happy to oblige. Shall I wear my bulletproof clothes?" ...
— The Man Who Staked the Stars • Charles Dye
... joyfully as we tramped through that miniature canon. He was bumping up against new wonders at every footstep, and he stumbled continuously as he endeavoured to jot down his impressions in the fat notebook. The Professor felt nothing mysterious about the place. He had the bullet-proof skin of your cold analyst who ...
— The White Waterfall • James Francis Dwyer
... mind, two suggestions for dealing with it were put forward. The sailors say some lighters were being built, and probably by now are built, for the purpose of a landing in the North: they would carry five hundred men; had bullet-proof bulwarks and are to work under their own gas engines. If I can possibly get a petition for these through to Winston we would very likely be lent some and with their aid the landing under fire will ...
— Gallipoli Diary, Volume I • Ian Hamilton
... Cincinnati, where he purchased and equipped the "Conestoga," "Tyler," and "Lexington," and started them down the river. They were not iron-clad, but were merely protected around the boilers with coal bunkers, and provided with bullet-proof oaken bulwarks. Mr. Eads had warned Captain Rodgers that he could not depend upon the Ohio to get his boats down to Cairo, and his predictions were realized. The boats were started from Cincinnati some time in July; they were detained on the ...
— Great Fortunes, and How They Were Made • James D. McCabe, Jr.
... his mortal pain and fear, How feeble grew his fires, How stayed his fell career! How each keel, made to reel 'Neath our thunder, seems to kneel, Their turrets staggering wildly, to and fro, blind and lame; Ironsides and iron roof, Held no longer bullet-proof, Steal away, shrink aloof, ...
— War Poetry of the South • Various |
