from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. The red-colored light that signals traffic to stop.
- n. Informal A command to stop.
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- n. A warning light, especially as a traffic signal indicating ‘stop’.
- n. A sign of a brothel.
- n. Denial to proceed. Ruling out of any possibility.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- an electrically operated set of lights at a road intersection which has different lights visible to traffic from different directions, designed to control vehicle traffic through the intersection. Each set of lights typically has a colored red light and also green and amber lights; the color of the light which is lighted at any one time changes automatically to control the flow of traffic through the intersection, allowing flow from different directions in alternating succession. Also called traffic light, traffic signal or stop light. When the red light is illuminated the signal means to stop; green means to go; and amber means to stop or procede through the intersection with caution. In simple intersections of two roads, a red light visible to traffic on one road will usually be accompanied by a green light visible to traffic on the intersecting road. In some locations the lights may be set to be illuminated in other sequences or combinations; a blinking red light is typically equivalent to a “stop” sign, and a blinking amber light typically means “procede with caution”.
- the condition of a traffic light when the signal visible to the driver of a vehicle is red, signalling that the vehicle must stop and not enter the intersection.
- figuratively, a sign or signal that one must stop doing what one is presently doing.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. the signal to stop
- n. a cautionary sign of danger
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Nia stopped at a red light on Reseda Boulevard and her taillights flashed.
Flickering red light came pouring out, and for one confused moment, she thought the room was on fire.
Special Agent James William Wallace stood in the entrance beneath the neon BURN sign, red light winking from the lenses of his glasses and gliding along the shoulders of his tan trench coat.
After she ran a red light in front of a sheriff, Mr. Casenberger accused her of having an attitude.
On the way home from Kennedy Airport, where she landed in June 1988, after we rolled across Manhattan toward the Lincoln Tunnel, a young woman in tight shorts approached our car at a red light on Forty-second Street.
Bursts of searing red light emanated from his body, wilting the plants nearby.
The beeping noise had stopped and the red light was frozen in mid-flash.
Pulsating coils of red light snaked out from the rapidly deforming surface of the door.
One second I could be sitting at a red light minding my own and the next a Glock was being pushed through the window in my face.
Why did Andrew Thomas Gallo, an allegedly drunk twenty-year-old motorist with a suspended license, run a red light in his red minivan and blindside the Mitsubishi, driving it into a telephone pole, and then try to leave the scene of the crime?