Quotes About Alert

A good martial artist does not become tend but ready, not thinking but jet not dreaming. Ready for whatever may come.

Attention! Attention! Attention! Thou art aware of the situation!

The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.

Of course your bleeding-heart-liberal-secular-humanist left-wing communists will tell you that it's a bad thing to own a gun, but as any knowledgeable gun nut will tell you, there are countless factual anecdotes concerning alert gun-toting homeowners who have thwarted the forces of evil.

Watch out for snakes,' Durnik called after him.

Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

It's gone!" he shouted. "The brandy!" said Prudie, lurching to her feet. "'Ere, who's stolen it? 'Twas there an hour gone—" "Not all three kegs!" said Constable Vage, instantly alert. "Why we did oughter have heard them. They couldn't move three kegs without—" "Nay," said Ned Bottrell, shouting above the clamor. "Not the drink, the corpse!

Be alert. The world needs more lerts.

Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, a footstep on the porch, the soft scuffle of a moth against the screen, which rouses every sense to an instant alert. So comes poetry to the drowsy mind, which startles a moment, wonders, and returns to sleep.

They are in danger, but they are there.

She was sitting there in her little housedress. He knew she'd done what she could to avoid becoming luminous and unattainable. Timidly and with respect, he was looking at her. He'd grown older, weary, curious. But he didn't have a single word to say. From the open doorway he saw his wife on the sofa without leaning back, once again alert and tranquil, as if on a train. That had already departed.

The siren heralds a friend, the bee a stranger.

I said ten years, but perhaps seven will be enough. That's not so long. Seven years of drinking poison, of never sleeping, of living on high alert. Seven more years, and then maybe Faerie will be a safer, better land. And I will have earned my place in it. The great game, Locke had called it when he accused me of playing it. I wasn't then, but I am now. And maybe I learned something from Locke. He made me into a story, and now I am going to make a story out of someone else.

I am sensible of the velocity of the moments, and entering that part of my head alert to the motion of the world I am aware that life was never perfect, never absolute. This bestows contentment, even a fearlessness.

I always carried in my breast or hip pocket a video camera disguised as a pen. It was linked to software whose algorithms alerted me that the body language of a person approaching was consistent with that of an impending attack. I also used it to record crowds in public when I was transporting principals, to see if faces of passersby in one locale turn up in another. A

I leaped off the couch, cracking the drying wounds on both knees. I swallowed a cry. Was someone lurking in my room?

Businesses need to be more alert. Sometimes the problem is not the customer service, it is the product.

It's an interesting door opening, this use of sonic signalling - using sound to alert us in a more subtle way than a beep.

Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.

I never ignore the phone because it could be a war breaking out or an earthquake.

The last person to get across that town in under three hours was yelling "The British are coming! The British are coming!"

high-pitched wail of the emergency General Quarters

Every sound alarms.

Great effort is required to arrest decay and restore vigor. One must exercise proper deliberation, plan carefully before making a move, and be alert in guarding against relapse following a renaissance.