Quotes About Unexpected

John Grady rode through the willows and down the arroyo following the occasional bare footprint in the rain spotted loam until he came upon Blevins crouched under the roots of a dead cottonwood in a caveout where the arroyo turned and fanned out onto the plain. He was naked save for an outsized pair of stained undershorts. What the hell are you doin? said John Grady. Blevins sat gripping his thin white shoulders in either hand. Just settin here, he said.

You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

Abenteuer kann man doch nicht planen wie Ballett oder so was. Die warten um die Ecke und - zack! - plötzlich sind sie da!

Glaub es oder glaub es nicht!«, sagte sie. »In einem der letzten Bücher, die ich gekauft habe, einer wunderschönen Erstausgabe aus dem neunzehnten Jahrhundert, habe ich doch tatsächlich eine eingetrocknete Salamischeibe als Lesezeichen gefunden.

Es ist immer dasselbe mit den gefährlichen Abenteuern, sie beginnen ganz harmlos.

It was like finding Attila the Hun at a yoga class. Like finding Darth Vader playing ultimate Frisbee in the park. Like finding Megatron volunteering at a children's hospital. Like finding Nightmare Moon having a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese.

The people who were least expected to worship the Christ-child come to do so, while those who should have been awaiting him are threatened by his arrival.

History, you see, is like the interlocking wheels turning in a ticking-thing. Something unexpected happens, some sort of hiccup ... the wheels are jogged... and then they set off again, beating out the time in a new pattern.

I didn't mean to come here, And I didn't mean to stay, It's just where the sea wind blew me, One accidental day. ... It wasn't where I meant to be, And it wasn't where I had my start, But now I'll never leave these rain-soaked bogs Because Berk is where I left my heart!

Crafty Collins took up with him. You wouldn't have thought they had a thing in common. I mean, Crafty, he had enough upstairs. He wasn't stupid by many a long mile. But this Bates bloke, he was college educated and everything. Smart as a whip. Well, he

These sentences, evidently the ripened grain of many dark hours, took Gerald by surprise.

Nobody knocks here, and the unexpected sounds ominous.

sometimes when you go looking for what you want, you run right into what you need.

This was what could happen to you: you could end up this far from where you were going

reality has an odd habit of catching up with satire.

Then, unexpectedly, he phoned me late on the afternoon of New Year's Eve 2009. He was at home in Palo Alto with only his

It was the fact that he and his friends had a car, unlike the group she had originally planned to go out with that evening.

project aside for a while. Then, unexpectedly, he phoned me late on the afternoon of New Year's Eve 2009. He was at home in Palo Alto with only his sister, the writer Mona Simpson. His wife and their three children had taken a quick trip to go skiing, but he was not healthy enough to join them. He was in a reflective mood, and we talked for more than an hour. He

That seemed a bit odd. I didn't yet know that taking a long walk was his preferred way to have a serious conversation. It turned out

We have squandered a lot of time on this, and the result looks like a gift from the devil's grandmother.

I had forgotten that Death was watching from all sides; that it comes at you from the place you least expect.

Are ye come light-handed, ye son of a toom whistle?

History teaches us that a crisis often causes problems to correlate in a manner undreamed of in more tranquil times.

I opened my eyes to see the rat taking a piss in my coffee mug. It was a huge brown bastard; had a body like a turd with legs and beady black eyes full of secret rat knowledge.