Quotes About Unexpected

Just like the breakthroughs, the bad stuff always takes you by surprise. (121)

I learned that beauty exists where you least expect to find it.

Beauty exists where you least expect to find it.

That's why children can surprise you. They never fill out the proper forms.

Nothing stuns others more than the quiet eruption of a normally quiet man.

Welcome to Hell. Here's your accordion.

Look out, everyone! ... We're being attacked by a giant sq ... well, no ... I'd say medium squid!

I'm not afraid to call a wine that tastes like Skittles or green peppers mixed with orange marmalade. I'll say, 'It tastes like chicken.' I mean, that's not what people think of when they think of wine, but that's what it tastes like to me and it hits home.

Words, in their distant past, have the past of my reveries. For a dreamer, a dreamer of words, they are all swollen with insanities. Besides, let anyone dream, and incubate a very familiar word for a little while. Then the must unexpected rare things hatch out of the word which was sleeping in its inert meaning, like a fossil of meaning.

It's nice, I think, when people use your music for things you didn't think of.

His only mistake was not realizing there was a second car. There's always a second car. Except when there's not.

Whatever story you're telling, it will be more interesting if, at the end you add, "and then everything burst into flames.

The alien and I sense each other – mentally. He's surprised that I can sense him, and I'm surprised, too, It's like the volume of my telepatchi power has been turned up.

It is hard to say what will happen to the people that pass in and out of life. A simple cab driver can be just a driver, or he can be the love of one's life. A woman on the street waiting for a ride could become a passenger, or something much deeper. In the end, you never know who you will meet or where.

The saints should never be dismayed, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His aid, The Savior will appear. Wait

In the winter, strangers are often shocked to see me wearing shorts.

I need some kind of... like... last minute, poorly-set-up deus ex machina!!

One time when somebody showed up in a wedding dress, but I never knew if it was a joke, or she was serious. She asked me to marry her. She was serious. It was pretty funny.

Flushed with the explosive shit of a sumo wrestler who ate Mexican food.

That's the detail of the dead woman I always remember: her bare left foot, along with packets of Top Ramen and a torn box of cat food strewn about as plastic bags danced in the wind of passing cars. I always think how, when she left the house that day, the last thing on that woman's mind must have been the possibility of dying on the pavement with dried noodles crowning her head. Maybe if she had paid more attention to detail, like the oncoming car, she would have made it home to feed her cat.

all good stories must have religion, royalty, sex, and mystery. She figured she'd have a good two hours to read her Harlequin, said my grandmother. Well, little Suzy walked up to her desk one minute later, said she was finished, and handed her the paper. 'That's impossible,' said the teacher, who looked down and read the story: 'My god, said the Princess, I'm pregnant, whodunit?

After a quarter of a mile, Luis Cuenca, a young Galician socialist sitting beside the politician, shot him in the back of his neck. Neither Condés nor anyone else had expected this dénouement.

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

Say,' I said. What brings you out here at this hour of the morning, for a thing like this? 'The bus,' he said.