Quotes About Surprise

A gunshot rang out, blasting a hole in the door. A crossbow quarrel zinged through the hole and stuck quivering into the opposite wall. Seth heard the rocking horse clattering down the staircase, the twang of bowstrings, and the overlapping beat of several other projectiles thudding against the door. That was awesome, Seth told Kendra. You're psychotic, Kendra replied.

Oh, Kendra, before I forget, Gavin asked me to give you this letter. He held out a gray, speckled envelope. Happy birthday to you! Seth exclaimed, his voice full of implications. Kendra tried not to blush as she tucked the envelope away. Dear Kendra, Seth improvised, you're the only girl who really gets me, you know, and I think you're very mature for your age-- What about some cake? Grandma interrupted, holding the first piece out to Kendra and glaring at Seth.

He was being really cute and funny. Then he moved in close. I was terrified - I mean, I hardly know him, but it was also sort of exciting. Until we actually kissed. Kendra, he had dog breath.

Rachel opened her mouth to respond, but the head cut her off.

She'd decided she'd try to stick it out until halftime when she saw a face that made her scream and jump off the sofa.

I passed what I thought was a Halloween parade, which was disorienting since I was fairly sure this was May. When I stopped on the corner of Sixteenth Street and made a closer inspection it turned out to be something called a "Gay Pride Parade," which made my stomach turn.

Did you know I was born in a Holiday Inn.

I was afraid to try Pellegrino for the first time." She looks over at me nervously—expecting me to… what, agree?—then at McDermott, who offers her a wan, tight smile. "But once I did, it was… fine.

Frank Macy looked surprised. That was what Cab thought as he studied the dead man's eyes. Surprised that he had been conned. Surprised that a man who was smart, cool, and lethal could be played for a fool.

the Nobel Prize–winning particle physicist Isidor Isaac Rabi greeted the discovery of the muon with a less than enthusiastic Who ordered that? Nevertheless, there it was. And more was to follow.

The only guarantee in life is death, and the only guarantee in death is its shocking unpredictability.

A human captive had fought the machines! She had destroyed a robot with her own hands! Amazed, they called out her name.

The unexpected is not always a surprise. —Mentat observation

Some say a person can accomplish anything she likes, if she applies herself, but that's just an empty platitude. You can't actually do 'anything,' but if you apply yourselves, you will discover strengths that others don't have. You'll surprise people who don't expect it of you." She lowered her voice. "And that is how you become powerful.

People often surprise me, but not usually in a good way.

Oi jus' bin a-runned over boi a mad creatur'. Hurr." Orlando laughed so hard he hurt his jaw.

It would be a surprise manoeuvre. A handpicked squad led by him would carry out the mission. Dressed in Cluny's war helmet and armour, Redtooth would stay back in the meadow. His disguise would be sufficient to fool the defenders from the distance of the high walls.

Because death is fucking predictable... but life has science experiments and free time and surprise naps and who knows what comes next?

I know it sounds strange but it's true. I mean that you're open to life. You're open to being surprised. You're open to being changed by life. Most of us lose that quality in our twenties. I don't know how you've managed to hang on to it, but you have." The music was loud, and the people were loud.

I believe something wonderful is going to happen to me today.

We've gone on holiday by mistake

It shouldn't be a surprise—and it pleases me no end—that Beckett was an avid cyclist. "The bicycle is a great good," he once wrote. "But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.

In the past, my brain babbling at such length had meant there was something it either didn't want to think about--which things numbered in the dozens right now--or it was working out some extreme cleverness that would at any moment leap out and surprise me. Much to my dismay, nothing leapt out.

except my eyes had fallen right off the vista and landed on a black 1967 Chevy Impala. It didn't belong up here in the woods any more than Petite might've, but it was a beautiful car. Gary parked a few spaces down from it and I got out to walk circles around it. Kansas license plates. I patted the Impala's hood and mumbled, "Long way from home, aren't you, baby?" before reluctantly turning away.