Top 1200 Red Alert Quotes & Sayings - Page 15

When providing people with the direction and expected behaviors, you need to be alert to the fact that they will hold you accountable. People want to know if you are walking the talk. They will be watching your every move and you need to be one in the same... every minute of every day.

By being with yourself, the 'I am', by watching yourself in your daily life with alert interest, with the intention to understand rather than judge, in full acceptance of whatever may emerge, because it is there, you encourage the deep to come to the surface, and enrich your life and consciousness with its captive energies.

I don't mind the audience identifying me with Red.

Why wouldn't the police officers be on edge? Why wouldn't they be alert? And why wouldn't people in the community trust police officers? Because they are consistently harassing them, and they have experience with police officers doing awful things.

Japan and South Korea are on high alert after North Korea successfully launched a long-range rocket. Both countries are surprised by North Korea's successful launch, but definitely not as surprised as North Korea.

I will always love red lips.

The Atomic Age was born in secrecy, and for two decades after Hiroshima, the high priests of the cult of the atom concealed vital information about the risks to human health posed by radiation. Dr. Alice Stewart, an audacious and insightful medical researcher, was one of the first experts to alert the world to the dangers of low-level radiation.

I've stopped racing to get to the red light.

There are lots of people who are red-carpet types, but that's not me.

Beaujolais is the only white wine that happens to be red.

The man is United - cut him and he bleeds red

I would like to own the Red Sox.

I'm not a natural redhead, but I enjoy having red hair.

I love red or deep purple lips for events.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.

If I'm dying from anything, it's from indifference and red tape.

Red lips like a living, laughing rose.

I came out of the womb waving red lipstick.

All schoolchildren are hostages to red tape and fiscal insufficiency.

The politics of judges is getting to be red hot.

How do I pray? I study a rose, I count the stars, I marvel at the beauty of creation and how perfectly ordered it is, at man, the most beautiful work of the Creator, his brain thirsting for knowledge, his heart for love, and his senses, all his senses alert or gratified.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

I bet you like sitting at red lights.

Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.

I'll definitely wear orange on the red carpet!

I have a glass of wine. Red. Generally when I'm cooking.

Moderating a debate means spending more time with briefing books than with your children. It means writing and rewriting and rephrasing. It means finding a way to be alert enough to notice when your question goes unanswered and nimble enough to decide what you will do about that on the spot.

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow

I don't want to be buried in a Red Sox casket.

If you cut Jamie Carragher open, he'll bleed red.

Here is my advice as we begin the century that will lead to 2081. First, guard the freedom of ideas at all costs. Be alert that dictators have always played on the natural human tendency to blame others and to oversimplify. And don't regard yourself as a guardian of freedom unless you respect and preserve the rights of people you disagree with to free, public, unhampered expression.

Writing is like meditation or going into an ESP trance, or prayer. Like dreaming. You are tapping into your unconscious. To be fully conscious and alert, with life banging and popping and cuckooing all around, you are not going to find your way to your subconscious, which is a place of complete submission.

Lipstick can glam up a whole look, especially in red.

Fun... human nature... does no one any harm... Regular as clockwork the old excuses came back into the alert, sad and dissatisfied brain--nothing ever matched the deep excitement of the regular desire. Men always failed you when it came to the act. She might just as well have been to the pictures.

We all have to acknowledge the life and the path we were born into. And the things that define us, they're often somewhat narrow: our class, our race, our gender, where we grew up, what geography we were exposed to. The curiosity and wonderment of, "What it's like on your path?" - that's when you go into high alert.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.

I drink red wine on ice to water it down.

I don't get much out of doing a red carpet.

I'm a Red-baiter; I'm a witch-hunter if the witches are Communists.

Whether we wound or are wounded, the blood that flows is red.

Nothing attracts attention like a red dress.

I love a red lip, especially if I'm going out with friends.

The tulips are too red...they hurt me.

Really sucked the red off of all my candy.

Love isn't sensible, Red. I think that's the point.

Mindfulness is not just a word or a discourse by the Buddha, but a meaningful state of mind. It means we have to be here now, in this very moment, and we have to know what is happening internally and externally. It means being alert to our motives and learning to change unwholesome thoughts and emotions into wholesome ones Mindfulness is a mental activity that in due course eliminates all suffering.

I do not put red lines on the Arab Palestinian nation.

I'll never turn down a red velvet cupcake.

I am a huge Red Sox fan.

This is Red Barber speaking. Let me say hello to you all.

Whatever makes your balloon red, Swopes.

The immense step from the Babe at Bethlehem to the living, reigning triumphant Lord Jesus, returning to earth for His own people - that is the glorious truth proclaimed throughout Scripture. As the bells ring out the joys of Christmas, may we also be alert for the final trumpet that will announce His return, when we shall always be with Him.

Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you prarie skies to-night To feebly praise your golden eyes And red-bird song, and throat so white. ~Vachel Lindsay "To Gloriana" God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.

Red hair is great. It's rare, and therefore superior.

I feel like I thrive in the red light.

I ain't a Communist necessarily, but I been in the red all my life.

Interviews are fun, but I get nervous at red carpets.

Now we're e-mailing and tweeting and texting so much, a phone call comes as a fresh surprise. I get text messages on my cell phone all day long, and it warbles to alert me that someone has sent me a message on Facebook or a reply or direct message on Twitter, but it rarely ever rings.

The days of red carpet disasters are kind of over.