Quotes About Excitement

He had to restrain himself from skipping down the steps of the Palais de London in the ambassador's wake. Genius. He was a frigging genius.

Inside his own head, a continuous counterpoint ran in little popping bubbles, Look! I'm engaged! Isn't she pretty? She asked me. She's smart, too. She's going to marry me. Mine, mine, all mine. I'm engaged! To be married! To this woman! an effervescence that emerged, he trusted, only as a cool, suave smile.

The sound Miles's ears had been straining for penetrated the din at last, a high-pitched, multi-faceted whine that grew louder and louder. They loomed down out of the boiling scarlet-tinged clouds like monstrous beetles, carapaced and winged, feet extending even as they watched. Fully armored combat-drop shuttles, two, three, six . . . seven, eight . . . Miles's lips moved as he counted. Thirteen, fourteen, by God. They had managed to get #B-7 out of the shop in time. Miles

Mikkel grinned. Bree made a mistake. I'll find her yet!

Oh my God. Oh my God," Lyrica whispered, waving her hands in front of her face as she stared at him, eyes wide. "Dawg's gonna have pups when he finds out about this.

He'd love to segue right from hello to hell, yeah

YOU ARE ENTERING CAMP GREEN LAKE

I like adventures, and I'm going to find some.

I don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I'm going to find some.

Jo knew nothing about philosophy or metaphysics of any sort, but a curious excitement, half pleasurable, half painful, came over her, as she listened with a sense of being turned adrift into time and space, like a young balloon out on a holiday.

No one was in sight, the smooth road sloped invitingly before her, and finding the temptation irresistible, Jo darted away, soon leaving hat and comb behind her and scattering hairpins as she ran. Laurie reached the goal first and was quite satisfied with the success of his treatment, for his Atlanta came panting up with flying hair, bright eyes, ruddy cheeks, and no signs of dissatisfaction in her face.

As Meg went rustling after, with her long skirts trailing, her earrings tinkling, her curls waving, and her heart beating, she felt as if her fun had really begun at last, for the mirror had plainly told her that she was 'a little beauty

You do not know him. He has no pity, and my defiance will but increase the excitement of the pursuit. I am solitary, poor and a woman; he powerful, rich and a man whom all fear. The world which rejects me though I am innocent will welcome him, the guilty, and uphold him.

I went home in great delight.

She knows her life is on the line but, believe it or not, she's never been so excited! Her husband's a serial killer, and her bodice is wet with tears, but there's a chance her brothers will show up like winning lottery numbers. Which does she want more - her hair wound in the maniac's hands and her white white throat bared, or the sound of boots on marble stairs?

You aroused his . . . that surely was very indiscreet.

It seemed that shopping could provide consolation if one was unhappy; a buzz of excitement if one was bored; self-indulgence if one had been rejected. Extravagant and frivolous maybe, but better surely than self-pity, turning for comfort to casual lovers, or taking to the bottle.

I like a little danger. Tame danger, controlled by me. It gives me a sense of power, I guess, to take my life in my hands and know damn well I'm not going to lose it.

If this is indeed a trap, I will gladly fall into it!- Miroku

known as the five 'hindrances' (n?vara?a): sensual desire, ill-will, tiredness and sleepiness, excitement and depression, and doubt. An ancient simile compares the mind that is continually prey to the five hindrances to a bowl of water disturbed or contaminated in five ways: mixed with red dye, steaming hot, full of moss and leaves, ruffled by the wind, muddied and in a dark place.

The Doctor (Matt Smith): Legs! I've still got legs! Good. Arms. Hands. Oo! Fingers. Lots of fingers. Ears. Yes. Eyes two. Nose. I've had worse. Chin. Blimey. Hair. I'm a girl. No no. I'm not a girl. And still not ginger. There's something else. Something important! I'm- I'm- crashing! Ha ha! Geronimo! -Doctor Who

The dance had begun.

When I stand on the edge of a tall place I feel like I'm on the edge of time, peering into forever. The question 'What if...?' rises up in my mind, and it's exciting because I know that in the next instant, in less time than it takes to snap my fingers, I could fly into eternity.

I don't mind the risk, because the risk makes it more interesting