Quotes About Excitement

CHAPTER ONE

Don't get excited," said Muggle-Wump.

Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Better to have a stomach full of butterflies than to feel like your life is passing you by.

New fuel is a particular kind of fuel. Whatever you're doing is exciting, novel, fresh—the details sparkle and shine. But new fuel quickly burns out. Beware of new fuel.

We want a little risk in our lives because it keeps things interesting. It wakes us up, it gives us a sense that we're alive and breathing and doing something with our lives.

We want a little risk in our lives because it keeps things interesting. It wakes us up, it gives us a sense that we're alive and breathing and doing Something! Throwing yourself into it begins with being grateful that you even have something to throw yourself into.

Nothing gives life more zest that running for your life.

She called out, All stations manned and ready, Captain! He looked at her and grinned. Stand by to raise ship! She answered, Board green! Clear from tower! Ready for count off! Minus thirty! Twenty-nine—twenty-eight— He broke off and added sheepishly, It does feel good.

danger is no novelty.

When the field is clear, the reports all seen, When the lock sighs shut, when the lights wink green, When the check-off's done, when it's time to pray, When the captain nods, when she blasts away Hear the jets! Hear them snarl at your back When you're stretched on the rack; Feel your ribs clamp your chest, Feel your neck grind its rest. Feel the pain in your ship, Feel her strain in their grip. Feel her rise! Feel her drive! Straining steel, come alive, On her jets!

When the field is clear, the reports all seen, When the lock sighs shut, when the lights wink green, When the check-off's done, when it's time to pray, When the captain nods, when she blasts away Hear the jets! Hear them snarl at your back When you're stretched on the rack; Feel your ribs clamp your chest, Feel your neck grind its rest. Feel the pain in your ship, Feel her strain in their grip. Feel her rise! Feel her drive! Straining steel, come alive, On her iets!

I explained to the desk sergeant who I was, and he got so excited at one point that he glanced up at me for a moment before he went back to writing in a spiral notebook.

This place is so Cambridge," Susan said, "it gives me goose bumps." "Cambridge give you goose bumps?" I said to Hawk. "Hives," Hawk said.

I kissed her. There is excitement in a new kiss, but there is a quality of memory and intimacy in kissing someone you've kissed often before. I liked the quality. Maybe continuity is better than change.

peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

She radiated a kind of excitement, the possibility of infinite promise. It wasn't just me. Most people seemed to feel that spending time with Susan would be an adventure.

If it was easy, it wouldn't be fun.

I looked at her, and thought that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "Can I shoot him later?" She smiled again, and this time patted my hand. "We'll see." Something to live for.

POLLARD CALLED IT the blood tingle. She blasted up the Hollywood Freeway, high-fiving the dashboard and pumping her fist, feeling the electric buzz in her fingers and legs that had always come with making a breakthrough in a case—the blood tingle.

Larkin pushed the accelerator and felt the wind lift her hair. She bore south on Vine, then east on Wilshire, laughing as her eyes grew wet. Light poles flicked past; red or green, it didn't matter and she didn't care. Honking horns were lost in the rush. Her long hair, the color of pennies, whipped and lashed. She closed her eyes, held them closed, kept them shut even longer, then popped them wide and laughed that she still flew straight and true—

Lucy was beaming. "We just turned on the news and there you were. You and Jonathan Green. Was it exciting?" "Being with Jonathan?" "No, silly! They said you made some kind of break-through that might turn the case around. Jonathan said that you were the finest investigator he's ever worked with." I tried to look blasé and stifled a yawn. "Oh, that." She punched me in the arm. "Be serious.

sexual sadist who "gets sexual excitement by inflicting psychological pressure on his victims.

Battle is a frightening thing, a terrible thing, but once you develop a taste for it…nothing else comes close.