Quotes About Surprise

She had not thought that the ghost of her husband would come early—in life he was always late for everything

I look up into his face and catch a glimpse of an emotion I never expected to see. His hazel eyes are warm, his mouth is tender. He looks like a man in love.

How many girls?" Mother asked. "Two, now," Peter answered. "I mean three. Three girls!" He looked quickly at Jake. " Three girls, all right. I counted." Mother studied him curiously.

Caroline took one look at the box and figured Wally had given her a present in return—something even grosser than cat vomit. She took it to her room, then had second thoughts and took it out to the garage instead. Maybe she should call the bomb squad to open it. It was probably something that would explode in her face.

I just know she's going to go there today and sneak down in that cellar." "So?" said Jake. "Then what?" asked Josh. So? Then what? After all his brilliant work luring Caroline to the cellar, his brothers didn't know what to do? "What do you mean, then what?" squawked Wally. And he suddenly realized he didn't know either. He put his imagination on fast-forward.

stares down at her spinach. "It looks like poop," she says.

The man glanced up. "Hello. Tweeter tells me you're Kody, a fellow Mundanian, newly arrived, and you want to compare notes." "Uh, yes, in essence," Kody agreed, taken aback. All that from one tweet? Well, maybe it did fit within 140 characters.

How could a truck hack off my baby toe and leave the rest of my toes intact?

Then an orderly brought up the goat from the basement.

Magic happens when and where it wants to.

Life is made up of strange coincidences, said Thorndyke. Nobody but a reviewer of novels is ever really surprised at a coincidence.

If you find yourself taken unawares by someone you thought you knew, recall that the character revealed is as much your own as otherwise. When it comes to Men and their myriad, mercenary natures, revelation always comes in twos.

Only children and fools, who confused tales of war with war itself, could think the task simple. For them, war was battle, and they always squinted in surprise when veterans spoke of latrines and cannibalism and gangrenous feet and so on.

to see the drooling, pink mouth open

Squatting over it, I pulled it open. My clothes were neatly folded at the top. Robb hadn't stolen anything.

I gabbed Ivy's arm. Look. Ivy. Something just moved - by that tombstone. We both stared into the gray light. Oh, noooo, I moaned. I watched, trembling in horror as someone climbed out of a grave.

I dreamed about melons that night. I dreamed that a casaba melon grew in our front yard. Grew and grew and grew. Bigger than our house. Something startled me out of my melon dream. I fumbled for my alarm clock. One A.M. Then I heard a howl. A low, mournful howl. Outside the house. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window.

I am sorry to say there will be no wedding today.

Watch. I'm going to make you read the next sentence. THE NEXT SENTENCE.

Mr. McCall cradled his four casaba melons in his hands. They were still attached to the vine. "I came out to water my casabas and I found this... this..." He was too upset to finish. He held the melons out to us. "Whoa!" I cried in amazement. No raccoon could have done this. No way. Someone had taken a black marker and drawn big, sloppy smiley faces on each melon!

And in the corner … piled up in the corner, I saw animal heads. Even in the dim light, I could see them so clearly. Piled on top of each other. Rabbit heads, squirrel heads, a couple of raccoon heads, eyes staring blankly, glassily at me. "NOOOO!" I screamed without realizing it. What kind of creature lives here? What kind of beast builds its own hut and keeps dead animals inside it?

him!" I cried. "Somebody

Claire. Wake up." She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane's shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn't realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael's part of the couch was empty, Shane hadn't moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.

The door banged open, and Eve rushed out, flushed and mussed and still buttoning her shirt. 'It's not what you think,' she said. 'It was just—oh, okay, whatever, it was exactly what you think. Now, what ?