Quotes About Surprise

That was a funny thing about friends, Marylin thought. You could know a person practically your whole life and she could still surprise you.

Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers. Lanky Lizards! Weetzie exclaimed. Greetings, said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr. Oh, shit! Weetzie said. I beg your pardon? Is that your wish?

she's ready." A gorgeous blonde came in with a box that opened

But I killed you, said Alyss. Did you? Redd turned to The Cat. Why wasn't I informed? --The Looking Glass Wars

Momentous events, the stuff of a nation's history, were sometimes dependent on individuals commonly thought the least likely to set them in motion.

The robbers jumped into the road and tackled the traveler. Then

Confine yourself to observing and you always miss the point of your life. The object can be stated this way: Live the best life you can. Life is a game whose rules you learn if you leap into it and play it to the hilt. Otherwise, you are caught off balance, continually surprised by the shifting play. Non-players often whine and complain that luck always passes them by. They refuse to see that they can create some of their own luck. Darwi Odrade - Chapterhouse: Dune

The joy of living, its beauty is all bound up in the fact that life can surprise you.

When is a gift not a gift?

un precipicio se descubre siempre demasiado tarde».

Confine yourself to observing and you always miss the point of your own life. The object can be started this way: Live the best life you can. Life is a game whose rules you learn if you leap into it and play it to the hilt. Otherwise, you are caught off balance, continually surprised by the shifting play. Non-players often whine and complain that luck always passes them by. They refuse to see that they can create some of their own luck.

Confine yourself to observing and you always miss the point of your own life. The object can be stated this way: Live the best life you can. Life is a game whose rules you learn if you leap into it and play it to the hilt. Otherwise, you are caught off balance, continually surprised by the shifting play.

Confine yourself to observing and you always miss the point of your own life. The object can be stated this way: Live the best life you can. Life is a game whose rules you learn if you leap into it and play it to the hilt. Otherwise, you are caught off balance, continually surprised by the shifting play. Non-players often whine and complain that luck always passes them by. They refuse to see that they can create some of their own luck. —DARWI ODRADE

when one has lived with prophecy for so long, the moment of revelation is a shock.

That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.

May your shit come to life and kiss you on the face.

My alarm clock didn't buzz. It made a sound like a rooster crowing - my aunt Trudy's idea of a fun birthday gift (p. 5).

As Frank opened the door, four laughing young people burst into the Hardy home. In the lead was Iola Morton, Chet's sister, with Callie Shaw and Helen

The Hardys started down the street. They had gone only three blocks when their chubby friend Chet Morton jumped out of a yellow sedan which stopped briefly and then went on. He was munching an apple. "Hi, fellows," he greeted them. "I was on my way to your house. Phil gave me a ride. Going anywhere special?" "Well, sort of," Joe replied. "Why?" "Put it off," Chet insisted importantly. "I've got something to show you.

Frank and Joe were taken aback. But they were even more nonplused when their caller suddenly burst into tears!

Just then a car pulled up in front of the house with a squeal of tires and a series of loud backfires. "Don't tell me—let me guess. It's Chet Morton," said Frank.

Something down there move!

Come on to the Hot Rocket," Chet said, "and I'll stand treat for hamburgers and malts." Joe looked at his brother in surprise and burst out laughing. "Wow! We don't get an offer like that every day! It's a deal, pal!

Evil has ways of surprising one. Suddenly it turns round and says: "You have misunderstood me," and perhaps it really is so. Evil transforms itself into your own lips, lets itself be gnawed at by your teeth, and with these new lips -- no former ones fitted smoothly to your gums -- to your own amazement you utter the words of goodness.