Quotes About Startle

WHEN THE DOORBELL rings at three in the morning, it's never good news.

When the doorbell rings at three in the morning, it's never good news.

I get really frightened easily.

It's as much fun to scare as to be scared.

Frank and Joe were taken aback. But they were even more nonplused when their caller suddenly burst into tears!

Oh, my God," she said, looking at Jack's face. "It's much worse than it looks," he told her. "What in the world happened?" "I got too close to the rear end of a mule.

But what popped up was no girl.

beauty is nothing but the start of terror we can hardly bear, and we adore it because of the serene scorn it could kill us with

This is a 911? You know you only text that when someone is dead or dying. You scared the crap out of me.

As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.

Barking spiders!

The telephone ringing gave me a dreadful start. I have never got used to this machine, the way it crouches so malevolently, ready to start clamouring for attention when you least expect it, like a mad baby.

Sometimes in life, random things can blind-side you.

Now, I had been frightened on several different occasions in my life. The most frightening of these involved an elevator and a mime.

jumped and spun. Ten paces back along the path stood a luminous woman dressed in

I]t was as if I had been strolling absentmindedly and banged into a door.

The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.

I quite like confounding people's expectations.

What on earth, boys!

I'm petrified of spiders. I hate them. I sleep with a glass of water beside my bed every night. I woke up once to take a sip of water and almost swallowed a dead one floating in the glass.

Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock," she said, but she was whispering, too, and didn't move away from me.

But, when she was alone, someone rapped on the door and she found herself on her feet, knife in hand, before she had time to reason with her fear.

Holy Lesbos, Batman!

A bathrobe answered the door.