Quotes About Startled

What the fuck are you doing in my house? I could've shot your ass." "Is someone in Los Angeles selling military munitions?" Talk about non sequitur. Jon

And I wrote you. You did? Oh, volumes, he said. Your friend Rumi would have envied my production. Then he laughed again, uproariously this time, as though he was both startled at his own boldness and embarrassed by what he let on.

Winona!" I said, quashing my first initial panic at finding a horned, tailed, demonic creature smiling at me.

What in Tink's contractual hell are you doing here?

She was startled. "But you're human, aren't you?" In some ways yes. But in other ways I'm a stranger to your kind. I have a friend who calls you plucked angels, and he claims you're a total waste of spirit. Do you ever think like that?" Of course, in honest moments. But I can be just as honest and think that we aren't a spiritual waste but a spiritual potential waiting to grow.

Everything okay?" Jake appeared at her side. "Would you stop sneaking up on me?" she said, unwilling to admit that the insanely loud washing machine may have disguised his entrance. He

I jump up from a sound sleep to Milo's voice. POP! POP!POP! Suddenly confetti rains down on the room, fluttering around and getting stuck in my surprised, open mouth.

I wondered why I was so startled by the encounter when there was something that seemed utterly inevitable about the moment. Not in any grand, destined sense; just in the quiet, stubborn way that unfinished business has of imposing its will on the unwilling.

Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. Anemone, he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the word until she had it right. Find me a silk to match that.

I past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil' Demons lunch box. I left him alive - partly because he had a cool lunch box...

One evening in our bedroom, with Dominique asleep and me up watching TV, I was startled by a bird flying manically around the room. After a moment I realized it wasn't a bird at all—it was a bat. I'd duck every time it flew over the bed, trying to figure out what to do. Eventually I crawled along the floor to the wall and opened a window, and it flew right out. The

OF ALL THE various unpleasant ways to be aroused from a sound sleep, one of the worst is the noise of a dragon and a unicorn playing tag.

Elena startled both of them by flying up so quickly that Stefan had to grab her by the waist to keep her from shooting toward the ceiling. I thought you had gravity!" So did I! What do I do?" Think heavy thoughts!" What if it doesn't work?" We'll buy you an anchor!

Memphis and I both looked at Olaf, as if he'd spoken in tongues. I think neither of us had expected anything useful from the corpse fondling. Damn.

We're almost there, Oliver said. Once again Petunia was so startled that she tripped and would have fallen is Oliver hadn't caught her around the waist and pulled her upright. "You must have been far away," he said laughing.

Twenty-five? Shawn squawked, horrified. Good Lord, he's a fetus!

Startled starlings flew up out of the high grass, their black whorl a little tornado that did not touch down and therefore did no damage. They disappeared like a momentary perception above Yancey's head, fanning out and flying west. Or like the clotted words crammed into a cartoon bubble.

Professionalism in art has this difficulty: To be professional is to be dependable, to be dependable is to be predictable, and predictability is esthetically boring - an anti-virtue in a field where we hope to be astonished and startled and at some deep level refreshed.

One time, I was literally stopped on the street, literally and physically whipped around by this guy who looked at my face and was like, 'Are you Felix?' I looked very different then. I was like, 'Yah... Oh, yah!' I was stunned and slightly frightened.

loco!" exclaimed Andy.

The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.

Lord, cat. Announce yourself next time. I don't have no nine lives.

Mary was startled. More people had winked at her that night than in the rest of her life total. What was the proper way to handle a wink? Were they ignored? Should she wink back? Aunt Ardith's lectures on proper behaviour hadn't covered winking.

Emma awakened Steven rudely by arching her back and letting out a howl of startled discomfort. He sat bolt upright in bed, shoved one hand through his hair in agitation, and babbled that he was willing to pay five thousand dollars for the piece of land he wanted, and not a cent more. In spite of her pain, Emma laughed at his incoherency. "I'm in labor, Mr. Fairfax," she told him, as her stomach contorted visibly beneath her nightgown and her face twisted in a grimace.