Quotes About Vigilance

It behooved wise people to play the part of their own police, and to guard themselves well, and care must be taken to duly close, bar and barricade their houses, and to fasten the doors well.

The peculiarity of prudery is to place all the more sentinels in proportion as the fortress is the less menaced.

Up here you can make one mistake. The second one will kill you.

guns, gas masks, arrows, ammunition. We're ready.

Just because you're paranoid, does not mean they're not out to get you.

He looked tired, exhausted even, but it was as if this were the specific thing that had exhausted him, not ordinary everyday matters but one single all-consuming care; it was obviously a fatigue born out of decades of vigilance, exhaustion owing to the knowledge that any moment he might be killed by that immeasurable weight of fat.

For a generally peaceable person, Miss Faber does like to go about well armed in the world. As

So thorough was his inspection that he even peeped into the latrines and fined the men who neglected to wear their helmets while engaged in one of nature's most pristine pursuits.

How come, Georgie, that you go armed to a civilian horse show?" "I believe in being prepared," he told her. "I always carry a pistol, even when I'm dressed in white tie and tails.

She kind of wanted to take off her boots, but that was something you didn't do if there was any chance you might have to quickly flee or kick someone.

Keep up," said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. "I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you." "So don't bother." "Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you," he pointed out. "Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.

Who's there?" he called, then frowned. "Of course," he added, addressing the darkness all around, "even I, as a Shadowhunter, have seen enough movies to know that anyone who yells 'Who's there?' is going to be instantly killed.

Julian]"Remember, Mark is in charge." "Does he know that?" said Livvy. Julian sought Mark in the crowd on the steps. He was standing with his hands behind his back, exchanging a mistrustful look with a carved stone gnome. "Your pretense does not fool me, gnome," he muttered. "My eye will be upon you.

There she is." Alec spotted his sister and waved her over, looking relieved. "Over here. And watch out for the phouka." "Watch out for the phouka?" Jace repeated, glancing toward a thin brown-skinned man in a green paisley vest who eyed Isabelle thoughtfully as she walked by. "He pinched me when I passed him earlier," Alec said stiffly. "In a highly personal area." "I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sister's.

You're attacking that one like a wolverine.

People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly.

children are often hypervigilant, for they feel themselves to be ceaselessly in peril. And they've learned to sense threats; their life often depends on it.

People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly. That's part of what makes PTSD so hard to live with.

PTSD. People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly.

And here is the thing about experiences that wake you up, Raymond: You try to get back to sleep, but it's easier said than done. Once you're awake, you're awake. Good luck hitting the snooze button, my friend.

relationships required such vigilance, such attention. You had to hold them together by force of will, and other people took up so much space, demanded so much time. It was exhausting.

I cannot count the number of times I have seen my parents condescended to or mocked by white adults. This was so customary that when my mother had any encounter with a white adult, I was always hypervigilant, ready to mediate or pull her away. To grow up Asian in America is to witness the humiliation of authority figures like your parents and to learn not to depend on them: they cannot protect you.

Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.

If you are too careful, you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.