Quotes About Excitement

The young are heated by Nature as drunken men by wine.

It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man from yawning.

Parades are man's attempt to make traffic exciting.

I know it's been 15 years since the Bills made the playoffs. Well get ready, man, we're going. We are going.

He seemed wild and dangerous and carefree--well, he would, would'nt he? What were motorcycles and black leather pants if not the uniform of a wild, dangerous and carefree man?

Violence is fun, man.

I'm not a huge comic book fan, but I'm a closet fan of certain Marvel heroes, two of those being Iron Man, and the other being Guardians of the Galaxy, which I'm looking forward to.

The real excitement and big deal for me started when I got cast in the first X-Men, which was sort of a fluke.

I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange of ideas.

I jumped out of perfectly good airplanes and it's a great thrill, and it allows me to share in the dangers that the great men - our great men and women in uniform share in on a regular basis.

And, of course, all of my friends and family are so excited because they feel like Montreal is being represented on Mad Men.

Even in moments of tranquility, Murray Walker sounds like a man whose trousers are on fire.

Get your popcorn ready.

I'm glad my first date is with you, Nate," she said as we started out of the house. "In a lot of ways, it feels like coming home." "I was thinking the same thing.

Skipping turns — moping into hoping, pity into giddy, sad into glad, lazy into crazy, old into bold, tired into wired!

Even as an adult I find it difficult to sleep on Christmas Eve. Yuletide excitement is a potent caffeine, no matter your age.

First waft, the landscape ahead flashes before me First sip, I stumble gently over the threshold Each sip, one more step into another world Tentative steps, then bold, then giddy skipping along the path, One more sip....

Yiipppeeee! It's a new day! A special day. It's today!

The best times in my life were out in the bush with Steve.

Steve got up before me and left to check the trap. The fire was already going when I crawled out of my swag. I relived the events of the night before over my cup of tea. I heard the boat motor and saw that Steve was coming back, so I got up and ran down to the riverbank to meet him. "We got one," he said, breathless. "A croc went in that trap after all, mate." "I guess maybe my splashing around attracted it," I said with a grin. He laughed.

I felt pleasantly tired, but Steve seemed more energized the longer we stayed in the bush. I would see it again and again over the years. This was where Steve belonged, and where he seemed most alive.

What'll it be?" Steve asked me, just days after our wedding. "Do we go on the honeymoon we've got planned, or do you want to go catch crocs?" My head was still spinning from the ceremony, the celebration, and the fact that I could now use the two words "my husband" and have them mean something real. The four months between February 2, 1992--the day Steve asked me to marry him--and our wedding day on June 4 had been a blur.

The family that catches crocs together, rocks together. The Irwin family motto.

My heart was pounding as I drove up the coast again a few days later. There was the familiar little sign, the modest entrance. And here he was again, as large as life--six feet tall, broad shoulders, a big grin, and a warm and welcome handshake. Our first real touch. "Well, I'm back," I said lamely. "Good on you, mate," Steve said. I thought, I've got what on me?