Quotes About Surprise

There should be no surprise when you come to that hideous moment for which you've spent a lifetime preparing.

Are you one of the dwellers in the wood? Neither by land nor by sea shall they find us. But, when the time comes, we shall find them.

The odd thing about recurring dreams is that, no matter how many times you dream the same thing, it always takes you by surprise.

In the bed of the truck lay a blanketed lump in the shape of an assault rifle, concealing—of course—an assault rifle, fully loaded with laser sight and silencer for catching the deer by surprise.

In moments of surprise we catch at least a glimpse of the joy to which gratefulness opens the door.

Unfortunately for Ben and Granny, it turns out that ancient poo does still pong.)

One boy dropped his trousers and did an almighty—!" "I don't need to know, thank you!" replied Stella, cutting the boy off.

With a Spoon?!

he thought he was going to be slapped.

At first all she could see was a tiny shadowy shape in the corner by the door. She tiptoed out of bed to have a closer look. It was little and dirty and a tad smelly. The dusty floorboards creaked a little under her weight. The tiny thing turned around. It was a rat.

As a boss, he would never overlook the unexpected when it happened; he would always do the unexpected as a response.

Ambition is natural to the first steps of youth, who must experience its essential falsity to know the larger reality that stands behind it, but held on to too long, and especially in eldership, it always comes to lack surprise, turns the last years of the ambitious into a second childhood, and makes the once successful into an object of pity.

She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. 'There,' said the large man. 'The kittens will make your sad go away.

Damn it! I knew she was a monster! John! Amy! Listen! Guard your buttholes.

She burst into snakes.

English should have a word for that feeling you get when you first wake up in a strange room and have no freaking idea where you are. Hotezzlement?

The bathroom was clean. Well, not clean, but there were no corpses in there.

Our world," he said, "is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you'll understand shortly." A thin, bony naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. "There," said the large man. "The kittens will make your sad go away.

For a moment, nothing. John was about to supply the "it's not working" when, with a wet, tearing KERRRAAAAACTCH sound, Molly exploded like a meat piñata at a birthday party for very strong, invisible children.

There was no head. What the— "LOOK! SHIT!" Franky's head was making a run for

You know what you are? All of you? Children. Little kids playing pretend, with toys. You've spent years obsessing about this and now it's here, much to everyone's surprise, it's actually here, and it's 'tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.' Tomorrow, when the sun comes up. Tomorrow, when the weather is warmer. Tomorrow, when we have more help, when things aren't so bad, when everything is aligned just right so that there's no risk of anything bad possibly happening.

I stared at the thing, blinking, thinking it would reveal itself to be, I don't know, a hot-water heater or something. Then I realized the monster-shaped shadow was, surprisingly, a monster.

THEY SAY LOS Angeles is like The Wizard of Oz. One minute it's small-town monochrome neighborhoods and then boom—all of a sudden you're in a sprawling Technicolor freak show, dense with midgets. Unfortunately, this story does not take place in Los Angeles.

I was hammered by either a flying body tackle or an unnecessarily aggressive hug.