Quotes About Excitement

See, my hope and dream is that people have a good time watching basketball. It's not church. It's not serious.

It was a perfect day to rob a bank.

We're doing something different tonight," she said, ending the discussion. "We're going to a party up by the campus.

Every age has its peculiar folly—some scheme, project, or phantasy into which it plunges, spurred on either by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the mere force of imitation.

I don't know what to do!" cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. "I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!

I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!

Towards that small and ghostly hour, [Mr. Cruncher] rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature.

the crowd came pouring out with a vehemence that nearly took him off his legs, and a loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue-flies were dispersing in search of other carrion.

Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.

Why, my girl,' cried Mr Meagles, more breathless than before, 'how did you come over?

there was wild excitement, patriotic fervour, not a touch of human sympathy.

The very houses seemed disposed to pack up and take trips. Wonderful Members of Parliament, who, little more than twenty years before, had made themselves merry with the wild railroad theories of engineers, and given them the liveliest rubs in cross-examination, went down into the north with their watches in their hands, and sent on messages before by the electric telegraph, to say that they were coming.

the rhythm of the phases of action and stillness has an intelligence of its own. If we tune in, we can hear that rhythm, and the organ of perception is the desire, the nudge of excitement or the feeling of flow, of rightness, of alignment. It is a feeling of being alive. To listen to that feeling and to trust it is a profound revolution indeed.

Next time, order a chimichanga — just because it's fun to say.

There are two times of year: October and waiting for October.

Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night.

Disneyland is Vegas for children.

Don't refuse to go on an occasional wild-goose chase; that is what wild geese are made for.

Why live on the edge when you can jump off it?

Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time.

...the sexual organs show more character than the actors' faces... There are phalluses in porno whose distended veins speak of the integrity of the hardworking heart, but there is so little specific content in the faces! Hard core lulls after it excites, and finally it puts the brain to sleep.

I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

Only one shopping day left 'til tomorrow.

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