Quotes About Shock

I found my grandmother dead. It shook me up. I got up to make her breakfast, and I knew it was strange that she wasn't stirring. I went in to wake her, and she was laying in rigor mortis, and I'm done. I called next door, and the kid picked up the phone, and I was so wild, he dropped it.

Potentially, I would be very interested in being a shock jock, though Ofcom might be tricky. Some of the American stuff is appalling, wild stuff, crazy conspiracy theories.

Satire of satire tends to be self-canceling, and deliberate shock tactics soon lose their ability to shock, especially when they're too deliberate.

It sounds terribly cynical, but the real surprise in the Philando Castile case is not that the officer was acquitted but that he was charged at all. The prosecutors in the case deserve great credit for even trying. But no one should be shocked about how it turned out.

I'm all about surprises. If you watch a horror movie, and it's called 'Kiss Land,' it's probably going to be the most terrifying thing you've ever seen in your life.

Like a lot of New Yorkers, I assumed that I knew all about the U.N. I was shocked to find out it's not like anything I had in mind. There are only six languages accepted there. It's considered international territory.

Terror works by surprise.

The United States stands with our friends in Britain as they recover from today's shock of terrorism. These barbaric acts strengthen our resolve and remind us all of the danger of complacency during our continued war on terror.

Shock, confusion, fear, anger, grief, and defiance. On Sept. 11, 2001, and for the three days following the worst terrorist attack on U.S. soil, President George W. Bush led with raw emotion that reflected the public's whipsawing stages of acceptance.

My parents are always a great litmus test. Based on the amount of shrieks my mother gives when we're out in public, her constant shock when somebody comes up and says something nice.

Rose! Get out of the way!" It was the Doctor. But for a moment she couldn't recognize him. It wasn't just because he was carrying a huge gun, and was aiming it directly at her. It was the cold determination on his face. She could have taken the anger, she would have been all right with that. But not the coldness. "No," she said. And a flutter of something else that was new across the Doctor's face. Surprise? No, more - shock. "I'm not going to let you do this," she said.

Philips reached out and adjusted the viewing controls, called the window level and window width. "My God," he said after a minute. "You know what we're looking at? Air! There's no brain. It's gone!

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Sweet Eda. Fitz, he has your face. Right down to the break in your nose." Amber cleared her throat. She spoke breathlessly into our shocked silence. "Fitz. Please. I can explain everything.

But it had taken me years to accept his absence in my life was a deliberate finality, an act he had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of my soul still dangling, waiting for his return. That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.

The look I wore must have shocked her, for she turned her gaze back to Lord Golden. She spoke uncertainly. "Amber, my friend. Aren't you glad to see me?

At her mother's words, Molly felt herself go hot and cold and hot again, in quick succession.

The student told me that, when she came to the United States, the greatest culture shock she experienced was not language or food or technology, but waste.

I can't stay here, John. I'm pregnant." Then it was Preacher's turn to show shock. Silent and dark. It settled into his eyes and over his expression slowly as he sat back in the chair, then stood. He went behind the bar and poured himself a shot, throwing it back. When he returned to the chair by the fire, he asked, "Did he know? When he beat you, did he know you were pregnant?" She nodded and looked away from him, pursing her lips tight.

They'd only gone a few steps when she whacked him in the back of the head. "Ma!" he yelled, a hand going to his head as he whirled on her. "Holy Mother Mary, you ought to be ashamed of yourself! Were you raised by wolves?

It's the sheriff," he said solemnly, the corners of his mouth twisting downward. "He didn't make it." "What?" Pescoli exploded. "What the hell are you talking about?

Good. Slowly, nerves as tight as bowstrings, she swept the weakening beam across the floor. Heart racing, ready to bolt, she tried to convince herself there was no one in the vault, no one but her and her own pounding pulse. She was wrong. A skeleton lay stretched upon a slab—a woman, she guessed, from its small size and the rotting nightgown and dark clumps of hair. "Oh, dear God." The corpse had been here a while—teeth

The room? Why am I not surprised?

You stole my placenta?