Quotes About Shudder

The denial of the popular will, Jefferson said privately, "opens upon us an abyss at which every sincere patriot must shudder."15

Goethe says that "der Menschheit bestes Tell" ("the best part of man") is this experience, the Schaudern ("shudder")20—it's a kind of noumenal ripple, a realization of how momentary you are in this vast explosion that is the universe, and that's what you get through Dionysus.

I shuddered and the wind threw a couple of wet, bronze leaves at my ankles. I kicked them off

the shudder of fear is as sensual as the shudder of pleasure, if not more so.

I shudder at the image they would piece together.

You shudder deliciously. It becomes you.

There is nothing that I shudder at more than the idea of a separation of the Union. Should such an event ever happen, which I fervently pray God to avert, from that date I view our liberty gone.

No jewels, except hair jewelry," Aunt Hermia was saying. I repressed a shudder. I had never warmed to the notion of wearing a dead person's hair braided around my wrist or knotted at my ears.

I was telling him about those fake cop pendejos from the other night." Kasabian does a theatrical shudder. "I had to make him stop. The whole cutting-off-heads thing. It's triggering for me, you know?

It make any kind of noises?" "What?" "The truck, before it died." "Oh. It sort of went klunk, klunk, klunk, gave one last shudder, then it was gone. You know, it's none of my business, but you could kind of use a new one." "She's a workin' truck." "Well, she ain't really workin'," Abigail said in her best Texas drawl. Wade smirked. "Kick a man while he's down, why don't you.

We can hold them off," Shudder said. "What do you think, Skulduggery?" "Should be fun," Skulduggery responded. "Valkyrie here has never held off a horde of zombies before. It'll be a good experience for her." "Oh, joy," she muttered.

It is only by such extreme measures that the average man can remember something long ago; truly, not that he remembers, but that crime itself is the door to an accumulation, a way to lay hands on the shudder of a past that is still vibrating.

Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.

She shuddered even more intensely. And calmed down. I'm alive, she thought, looking around. It's not the end of the battle. Death will end the fight, everything else only interrupts it. They taught me that at Kaer Morhen.

Whoever is devoid of the capacity of wonder, whoever remains unmoved, whoever cannot contemplate or know the deep shudder of the soul in enchantment, might just as well be dead for he has already closed his eyes upon life.

She realized that she was most certainly a mammal and had the ability to shake the world apart and create a human when she unleased her power. She was a mother. This identify shuddered through her, welcome like water to a dry riverbed. It felt so elemental and true that Julia must have unknowingly been a mother all along, simply waiting to be joined by her child.

and down his spine.

Respect the aged! It was a thick voice—a muddy voice that would have made you shudder—a voice like something soft breaking in two.

I shudder, I see the love, I'm doomed, my heart melts again — can't stand not to be in love, can't stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that's what's wrong with me.

Ours is an immutable reality which should make you shudder when you approach us if you are really conscious of the fact that your reality is a mere transitory and fleeting illusion, taking this form today and that tomorrow

Driven intosemi-exile by civil and barbarous laws, and by a system which cannot be thought of without a shudder, I was fullyjustified in turning, if possible, the tide of the moral universeagainst the heaven-daring outrage.

Time is like a well whose shaft goes down to death - to my death - to my perdition. The gulf of time: how I shudder to look down on time! My death is at its bottom and its dank breath mounts up and chills me.

Aunt Hattie, when you wrote that book, I imagine you were thinking of something radical: the abolition of slavery itself. You were only one small woman, and you were looking up at an enormous edifice, towering and monolithic, but what you wrote made the whole structure start to tremble and shudder, and finally, it all came down, thundering and crashing. It wasn't just because of your book, of course, but your book made it impossible for people to think of slavery in the old way.

But you're dead inside to me, you're cold and beyond my reach! It is as if I'm not here, beside you. And, not being here with you, I have the dreadful feeling that I don't exist at all. And you are as cold and distant from me as those strange modern paintings of lines and hard forms that I cannot love or comprehend, as alien as those hard mechanical sculptures of this age which have no human form. I shudder when I'm near you. I look into your eyes and my reflection isn't there . . . .