Quotes About Shock

Trent and Ellasbeth did the nasty? Ewwww!

Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.

the Uncommon Stupidity charge agents me be dropped. My shock at the Honorably Ass-kisser comment was pushed away by the thought of a law agents uncommon stupidity and wondered how we could get one.

When I turned eighteen, she sent Walker a card that joked 'He's finally legal!' Walker was completely horrified, but Mom's sense of humor often depended on someone else's horror.

It'd taken her several seconds to react to the sight of them together. She'd been almost hypnotized by the scene as Lothaire drank. Chase's masculine face had been tense, his gray eyes focused on the ground. Lothaire's face had been starkly beautiful, his pale blond hair brushing Chase's shoulder. Light and dark. One terrible, one tragic. And Lothaire had been... hard. Oh, gods! She cried as she ran back along the trail. Hot poker for my eyes! Hot poker!

She'd made him watch every Alien movie. Most of the goriest scenes were accompanied by his dialogue: 'Ach, that's no' - that's just no' right.... Bloody hell, this canna be right.

What?" Annika shrieked. Aneurism in five, four, three, two . . .

passed through her into the wall, he pissed himself.

She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.

The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.

I want everyone out there in TV land to touch the TV. Touch the back of the TV and get a shock for Jesus.

Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you're saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.

It...It...It's... The peeping tom!!

In 1938 humans were offered three global stories to choose from, in 1968 just two, and in 1998 a single story seemed to prevail. In 2018 we are down to zero. No wonder that the liberal elites, who dominated much of the world in recent decades, are in a state of shock and disorientation. To have one story is the most reassuring situation of all. Everything is perfectly clear. To be suddenly left without any story is terrifying. Nothing makes any sense.

The less political violence in a particular state, the greater the public shock at an act of terrorism.

I prefer to shock rather than to bore through repetition.

Katastrofa (...) wyda?a si? niczym nieprzygotowana, jak spadaj?ca na g?ow? z otwartego okna doniczka z pelargoni?.

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, 'Damn, that can't be a good sign.

Kincaid wondered what universal formula required that a person should sit down to receive bad news. Was it merely a precaution against fainting or falling, or had it become a kind of foreshadowing, effective in easing the shock?

Two gasps rang out. The first one came from Clara, the second from Fezzo. One moment they'd been looking at a mound of concrete, and now they were staring at two human feet. They were crossed at the ankle so that tops of the feet faced each other and rested toe to toe.

screamed and jumped out of the

It was sad when Sid Vicious died... I was freaked out when Phil Lynott died from Thin Lizzy. I cried. It was too crazy.

I do not believe that a violent imitation of the horrors of our times is the concern of poetry. Horrors are taken for granted. Disorder is ordinary. People in general take more and more 'in their stride'--hides grow thicker. I long for poems of an inner harmony in utter contrast to the chaos in which they exist. Insofar as poetry has a social function, it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.

I drank his blood, piss, vomit. I shoved one hand down his throat, one hand up his ass and shook hands with myself in the middle of his body, which sounds funny, but it wasn't.