Quotes About Reeling

Struggling against his weight, reeling backward, I knocked the fishbowl from its pedestal and it crashed to the floor. Goldfish flopping all around my feet, amidst the shards of broken glass. Someone banged on the door. In my terror I let go of the body and it fell back into the tub with a hideous slap and a spray of water and I woke up.

She drank the rest of the tea, still reeling from Whitman's words. Then the harp began to play---lustily, with stirring effect, seeming to fancy itself an entire symphony---"Ode to Joy.

I look at the shut door. Houses change when people come in and out of them. Even the radio sounds different with just me here; this whole house and all the air in it is practically reeling with your going, even though it's just a simple going, an everyday off-to-work kind of going. I am far too sesnsitive. Something will have to be done about such sensitivity.

Good God, Rachel, cant you go five minutes... sweet sticky hell on a stick!' the demon exclaimed, his thoughts reeling from anger to concern as he realized I was hopped up on something.

Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

Said the Mock Turtle with a sight, I only took the regular course. What was that? inquired Alice. Reeling and Writhing of course, to begin with, the Mock Turtle replied, and the different branches of arithmetic-ambition, distraction, uglification, and derision.

He felt like he'd been belted in the head with a cricket bat. Dizzy and breathless and befuddled. He'd expected Charlotte to be pretty. He hadn't expected her to send his whole world reeling. He

When the fish relaxes, that's when I bring the rod down and reel in. But you don't rush it. If it runs, you let it run.

Chaos, Chaos, infinite wonder! Wheeling and reeling on wavering wings...

A Drunkard cannot meet a CorkWithout a Revery—And so encountering a FlyThis January DayJamaicas of Remembrance stirThat send me reeling in.

This is a very pivotal time in America and I think families are still reeling from events depicted in that movie [The Big Short ].

Charcot's drawings of convulsing hysterics agree in every detail with the scenes that left Deodat Lawson reeling.

It's a little like casting out hundreds of fishing lines into the audience. You start getting little bites, then more, then you hook a few, then more. Then you can start reeling them in and that's a loveliest feeling - the whole audience laughing with you.

Chaos is the experience of reeling unbound and unsupported through space when your guiding routines and traditions collapse.

my mind reeling with the concept that a human being, a man, could feel pride over sodomizing another man

Valraven is confused by feeling. It sends him reeling, which is both endearing and exasperating.

Only the drunks remained, reeling down the pavements aimlessly or lying down to sleep.

The ending lights up like Baghdad during the war and your jaw drops and the curtains close and you feel a part of something much bigger and much weirder than yourself -- the mighty power of storytelling, a power embodied by the conclusion of narrative. The ending to any story is a potent moment, a super-charged dose of a story's capability to make you feel something and to leave you reeling, wondering, feeling.

It's interesting - I always thought when I was doing more melodramatic stuff like 'Everwood' that the directors were constantly reeling me in and stopping me from being funny.

The true terror Jonah thought the true mystery of life was not that we are all going to die but that we were all born that we were all once little babies like this unknowing and slowly reeling in the world gathering it loop by loop like a ball of string. The true terror was that we once didn't exist and then through no fault of our own we had to.

It's interesting - I always thought when I was doing more melodramatic stuff like 'Everwood' that the directors were constantly reeling me in and stopping me from being funny.

For a moment, I stare at him stupidly. I am reeling from the kiss, from the swiftness of the violence. I am not yet used to Oak's ability to kill without hesitation and then chagrined about it, as though he did something in slightly poor taste. Spilled a rare vintage of wine, perhaps. Mismatched his trousers to his shirt.

God chose Fabricia Bérenger during a lightning storm. With one thunderous touch of his finger, he sent her reeling.