Best 45 quotes in «shocking quotes» category

Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don't you know that? [...] Your friends do. They're like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can't save them. You can only drown with them.

I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit.

Business is not about money. It's about making dreams come true for others and for yourself.

I find life so shocking in general. Everything about it surprises me.

If something is shocking without being funny it's hard to justify.

I like a good murder that can't be found out. That is, of course it is very shocking, but I like to hear about it.

I had a brother who died early on - he was 23 when I was 19. And, boy, I certainly didn't expect that. That was utterly shocking.

I'm a working-class person, working with class.

I like to do things that are shocking or challenging for the sake of comedy.

It's really hard when a celebrity dies out of nowhere, 'cause it's very shocking... surreal.

It's shocking how bright your star is.

I was speechless. Rare for me, but if anyone was capable of shocking me to silence, it was my mother.

Make it about them, not about you.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

Shocking is easy. Shockingly brilliant, a bit more challenging.

You wan't to invent new ideas, not new rules.

That's what art is, shocking people. Sometimes shocking yourself.

There was really nothing shocking in what Brigitte did, what was provocative was her natural sensuality.

The gash in its throat was shocking, but not pathetic.

The loneliness of another can be shocking when it lays itself bare without warning.

Vanity is the healthiest thing in life.

When someone changes your face, it's really shocking and scary.

You have to understand that nothing appeals to everybody.

All things remarkable are surprisingly simple; albeit difficult to find.

En büyük düşünceler, en basit olanlarıdır.

interview from Ross E. Cheit about The Witch-Hunt Narrative: Politics, Psychology, and the Sexual Abuse of Children (Oxford University Press, February 2014). In the foreword to your book you mention a book titled Satan’s Silence was the catalyst for your research. Tell us about that. Cheit: Debbie Nathan and Michael Snedeker solidified the witch-hunt narrative in their 1995 book, Satan’s Silence: Ritual Abuse and the Making of a Modern American Witch Hunt, which included some of these cases. I was initially skeptical of the book’s argument for personal reasons. It seemed implausible to me that we had overreacted to child abuse because everything in my own personal history said we hadn’t. When I read the book closely, my skepticism increased. Satan’s Silence has been widely reviewed as meticulously researched. As someone with legal training, I looked for how many citations referred to the trial transcripts. The answer was almost none. Readers were also persuaded by long list of [presumably innocent] convicted sex offenders to whom they dedicated the book. If I’m dedicating a book to fifty-four people, all of whom I think have been falsely convicted, I’m going to mention every one of these cases somewhere in the book. Most weren’t mentioned at all beyond that dedication. The witch-hunt narrative is so sparsely documented that it’s shocking.

Clovensport, half German shepherd, half who-knows-what, was standing on hind legs before them.

It’s so … normal.” “I don’t eat small children.” “Shocking.

Emily immediately saw a woman’s purse on the table, then saw the bed was messed up and slept in, as well. Her emotions were now off the charts, and the ground on which she was standing on fell out. No, Ford, no, she thought to herself. They both opened the bathroom door. “Aw, man! Dude! Call 911!” Mark said loudly, as Emily gasped.

I asked Raghav, as we were looking over the wasteland, if the Muslims they burnt would beg for their lives. "Yes they would say, Have mercy on us. But we were filled with such hate; we had Radhabi Chawl on our minds. And even if there was one who said, Let him go, there would be ten others saying, No kill him. And so we had to kill him. "But what if he was innocent?" Raghav looked at me. "His biggest crime was that he was Muslim.

If some people came into contact with anything real they would be shocked out of their minds.

If you're nice, decent, attractive, get good grades and are talented, no one wants to read about that...They want to read what's out-of-the-ordinary, the scandalous, the shocking and the tragic. They want a story; they want to be captivated and what's typical does not give them that...unless, of course, that person ends up a victim, commits a crime or loses their minds via a love affair.

I should be arguing vehemently with doctors, demanding results, I should be surrounded by people who are bleeding and screaming and shocking one another with defibrillators.

No somos nosotros a quienes ponen a prueba.

So the key is doing something that sets you apart forever in the minds of regular people. Something that matters.

Waves of ice cold shock swept over Theo. Mrs. Dietrich, the woman who fed him chocolate cookies every time she pulled a sliver from his finger, the woman who’d tended him through every sickness and illness he’d had, the woman he loved as much as his own mother: a war spy and traitor. Impossible! “You think your mom is a spy?” He said the words slowly, not quite believing they came from his mouth. “For Germany? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.

There are matters in that book, said to be done by the express command of God, that are as shocking to humanity, and to every idea we have of moral justice, as any thing done by Robespierre, by Carrier, by Joseph le Bon, in France, by the English government in the East Indies, or by any other assassin in modern times. When we read in the books ascribed to Moses, Joshua, etc., that they (the Israelites) came by stealth upon whole nations of people, who, as the history itself shews, had given them no offence; that they put all those nations to the sword; that they spared neither age nor infancy; that they utterly destroyed men, women and children; that they left not a soul to breathe; expressions that are repeated over and over again in those books, and that too with exulting ferocity; are we sure these things are facts? are we sure that the Creator of man commissioned those things to be done? Are we sure that the books that tell us so were written by his authority?

…the rising movement of romanticism, with its characteristic idealism, one that tended toward a black-and-white view of the world based on those ideas, preferred for different reasons that women remain untinged by “masculine” traits of learning. Famous romantic writers such as Lord Byron, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and William Hazlitt criticized the bluestockings. …and Hazlitt declared his 'utter aversion to Bluestockingism … I do not care a fig for any woman that knows even what an author means.' Because of the tremendous influence that romanticism gained over the cultural mind-set, the term bluestocking came to be a derogatory term applied to learned, pedantic women, particularly conservative ones. ... Furthermore, learned women did not fit in with the romantic notion of a damsel in distress waiting to be rescued by a knight in shining armor any more than they fit in with the antirevolutionary fear of progress.

The real satire starts when I’m shockingly mocked,not mockingly shocked.

Why even call it a fuck? Why not be clear and call it a seminal emission in a preapproved orifice?

We are sometimes astounded by the behavior of emotional outlaws, as they act in line with their own standards, but proceed like bulls-in-a-china-shop, create one heck of a mess in their living environment and bring about shocking disturbing dissensions, ever since their inner construction clashes with our emotional architecture. (“Disruption”)

When giving money to the amputated, you must put it directly into their pockets.

Why lie?

—Yo te conozco —musitó con un hilo de voz. De repente, me miró con los ojos muy abiertos—. Pensé que habías muerto. Pensé que los dos habíamos muerto.

With frightening suddenness he now began ripping the pages out of the book in handfuls and throwing them in the waste-paper basket. Matilda froze in horror. The father kept going. There seemed little doubt that the man felt some kind of jealousy. How dare she, he seemed to be saying with each rip of a page, how dare she enjoy reading books when he couldn't? How dare she?