Quotes About Flinch

When a thundering horde of drunken Vikings rush a person, it's only natural to flinch.

I'm sure I'm not the only artist to flinch remembering some of the tacky merchandise sold at gigs - flags, pillowcases - which I'd only seen for the first time when they were already on sale in the foyer.

A child at risk made trust a luxury, each day uncertain, the mere sound of a telephone ringing a reason to flinch.

The gods! long since they hold us in contempt, Scornful of gifts thus offered by the lost! Why should we fawn and flinch away from doom?

Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part.

I tend to get over-excited and very, very loud. I rein myself in when people flinch and dogs start howling.

Gods. So this is what a command is. Staring consequences in the eye and pretending not to flinch.

So this is what a command is. Staring consequences in the eye and pretending not to flinch.

She flinched as Crowfeather's flank brushed hers, making her fur tingle like the air before a storm.

For the first time I saw her lose a little poise. Her head retracted a fraction in a movement that was not quite a flinch, and her eyes dilated in a way that told me she'd just received a little helping of adrenaline.

When violence is real and you flinch away from it, violence does not push people to try and imitate that. Often, we shun the violence that makes us flinch, because it disturbs us. And what makes us uncomfortable and disturbs us is not often bad. What disturbs us will not make us imitate that.

Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.

Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.

Behind every flinch is a fear or an anxiety - sometimes rational, sometimes not. Without the fear, there is no flinch. But wiping out the fear isn't what's important - facing it is.

Pitching is the art of instilling fear by making a man flinch.

I turned to see a young woman standing in the doorway. Young, pretty, unassuming, the sort of girl that always worked at little inns like this: a Nellie. Nell. The sort of girl who spent her life in a perpetual flinch because the innkeeper had a temper and a sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to show her the back of his hand.