Quotes About Excitement

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

William Shakespeare

What pleasure, sir, find we in life to lock it / From action and adventure?

Here was a place where real things were going on. Here was a scene of vital action. Here was a place where anything might happen. Here was a place where something would certainly happen.

To hear the young talk today you would think no one had had any excitement in the past, any heartaches, any problems, any bitter frustrations or heady fulfilment. The young of today were more than a shade tedious; pompous, self-centred, so sure that their concerns were the first important ones that had ever happened. They had no perspective. no sense of proportion. Perhaps it was necessary to be old to acquire a true sense of proportion. It was small consolation but it was something.

Run Forrest, run!

Bolshevism is not a policy; it is a disease. It is not a creed; it is a pestilence. It presents all the characteristics of a pestilence. It breaks out with great suddenness; it is violently contagious; it throws people into a frenzy of excitement; it spreads with extraordinary rapidity; the mortality is terrible; so that, after a while, like other pestilences, the disease tends to wear itself out.

for ambition stirs imagination nearly as much as imagination excites ambition.

Mr. Jorrocks has described fox hunting as providing all the glory of war with only thirty-five percent of its danger.

por si las moscas salgo a la calle con pantalones nuevos, chamarra de cuero, cien gramos de The Dry Look y mi playera favorita. California is for Lovers. ¿Qué tal que me la encuentro?

The future we face in the Pacific may be dangerous, but I suspect it will be anything but dull.

After they became lovers, they would look back on this brink, and admit that each had guessed the other's awareness. Despite past affairs, they were both still young enough for the excitement which springs from sensing that a story has begun whose end can't be foreseen; and they were both old enough to know that life could offer them few if any more such beginnings. Youth was giving them each a last chance, since each had reached youth's outer suburbs.

Acting is still, of course, what I love to do most. The beauty of it is that by changing characters, it never gets boring.

The very basic core of a man's spirit is his passion for adventure.

Loveable as he is, Lawrence is a hyperkinetic freak, and the world is far too full of marvels and joys for him to ever do anything except lunge and swerve toward whatever catches his eye.

I would so much rather put up with mortars and rockets than headquarters. Mortars and rockets are exciting and can only kill you, but those guys can frustrate and bore you to death, which is a damned sight worse. The home of the useless regulations!!!'[6]

The great mass of breath is the wind, yet there are times when the wind does not move. When it does move, a myriad of orifices and appendages are aroused to make sounds. Have you never listened to the sound of the wind in the cavities, mountains and among the branches of trees? The wind blows in a thousand different ways, but each sound is produced in its own way. What is it that excites all this, and makes each way be itself, and all these things be self-produced?

What turns me on is to walk into a sold-out venue. The audiences are so much the same as they were in the '60s. It's just an amazing thing. I can't explain it, but I hope it never stops.

He was backing away behind cover fire with the engaged smile of a teenager seeing his violent daydreams come true.

She could hear the rattle of hooves on stone evolve into a thunder of pursuit.

The Big Night, a movie

Damn" Johnny muttered watching her go. "It might not be love, but it sure is fun.

show up here." "Let's go then," she said on a breathy sigh. "Not yet." The music thrummed, rising to a loud crescendo, and so did Fiona's pulse, pounding in her ears while Scorpio's fingertip grazed the lace edging of her panties.

She's got Marian Keyes's new one ready to begin.