Quotes About Guard

Be on guard. Stand firm in the faith. Be courageous. Be strong.

Archer wouldn't consider her allowance of the guard to be evidence of the powers of rational argument. He'd take it as proof that she was in love with whichever of her guards was the most handsome.

Be as vigilantly on guard against translating such a sentence into the passive voice as you would against committing murder.

Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy--common clay, if you like--eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people like you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others--the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes.

Far below, making their way through the swinging glass doors, a retinue of Buddhist monks entered the Shopping Center. They approached in single file, heads shaven, their robes flowing behind them like a flood of freshly squeezed Florida orange juice. The crowd melted, parting like a biblical sea to allow them through. The guard abashedly lowered his nightstick and stepped hastily aside. And the monks, without pause or ceremony, simply mounted the escalator and rode it to the next level.

Regardless, the growing chorus of Laker fans who wanted more Kobe and less Eddie was confounding, because the third-year guard was playing the best ball of his lifetime. But Bryant was on the verge of legitimate greatness—a greatness that Jones (talent be damned) would never touch.

Needs multiply as they are met. Woe to the man who would live a disentangled life. Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!

Gee, color her suspicious, but if he kept this up, she was going to start thinking he wasn't a mall security guard at all.

grounds. I said no, that there'd been a watchman at the house

Be on guard for yourselves and for all the flock, among which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers" (Acts 20:28).

Trust. We stake our lives on it, but it's a subject that not even the Gallagher Academy can teach. When do you let your guard down? Who do you let in? And I knew at that moment, as I sat beside my mother, bathing in the warm spring light, that those were the questions a good spy never stops asking

Another door swung open, and another guard appeared, this time with Gabrielle, who wore a black catsuit and rappelling harness.

Didn't I promise I'd always look after you and keep you from harm?

I learned my weaknesses at the Asian Games and other competitions where I lost. My guard was down.

You don't need a lot of credentials to be prison guard in a federal prison. And, you know, you give them a set of keys and a weapon, and they're in power.

Since the Pentagon underestimated the number of troops required after the end of hostilities, we were not prepared to prevent looting or to guard hundreds of weapons dumps spread throughout the country.

It would be normal for anybody running a high-profile, politically controversial operation in China to anticipate worst-case scenario, and to do everything possible to guard against them.

I'm getting drafted because I can guard multiple positions. Anything that comes other than that, there's no pressure there.

When you have an almost seven-foot wingspan and can guard multiple positions, you're going to get minutes.

Before the combine, there were a lot of questions about whether I could guard multiple positions.

From early on in my career, I was always challenged to create things. Early in my career, I created 'ground and pound.' When I fought Royce Grace the second time, I developed that: stay on guard, follow the hips, press the legs down, press the hips down. When he rested, I ground and pounded him.

You have one heart, and once you give it away, it's gone. If you wear it on your sleeve, a lot of people are there to take advantage of it.

When I'm right behind him I say, "Boo." He freezes and I put the Glock to the back of his head. "I know you want to die by hoodoo like a real warrior magician. I get it. And that's why it's going to happen like this." I shoot him and let him fall on the floor with the dead guards. Fuck him. Fuck magic. Fuck the faction. And double fuck whoever shot me in the chest.

You're going to protect me, right?" "Define 'protect.'" "You're not going to let it eat me." "Not all of you. That's a promise.