Does anyone ever shudder with the crap that you pulled off and didn't die?
Writers - human. I shudder to think how I must sometimes appear to others.
I shudder when relating it.
As always, the British especially shudder at the latest American vulgarity, and then they embrace it with enthusiasm two years later
What a beautiful name. I love to watch how it falls off the lips of those who love Him. I shudder as it falls off the lips of those who don't. Jesus.
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.
Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.
Cruelty impresses, people want to be afraid of something. They want someone to whom they can submit with a shudder, the masses need that. They need something to dreed.
Writers are human. I shudder to think how I must sometimes appear to others.
It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.
It will be an ill day when our brethren take to bragging and boasting and call it 'testimony to the victorious Christian life. ' We trust that holiness will be more than ever the aim of believers, but not the boastful holiness which has deluded some of the excellent of the earth into vain glory, and under which their firmest friends shudder for them.
People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.
The shudder of awe is humanity's highest faculty, Even though this world is forever altering its values.
I shudder at the concept of a world tamed.
Often a cold shudder has run through me, and I have asked myself whether I may have not devoted myself to a fantasy.
Alric looked up at the thief with a scowl. “I just want to say for the record that as far as royal protectors go, you’re not very good. ” “It’s my first day,” Royce replied dryly. “And already I’m trapped in a timeless prison. I shudder to think what might have happened if you had a whole week.
German readers are much like Brits or Americans: They read for the thrill of it, the occasional shudder down the spine, knowing it's not real - but looking over their shoulders anyway, just in case.
The agony of martyrdom is almost too much to bear. In the early hours, when the loss is fresh, there is no comfort in knowing Glory will live on. We speak of the martyrs in History but we cannot know the actual pain they suffered in their final living hours. They enter the realm of the mythic, but we must never forget these were men like ourselves. When their flesh is torn, they cry out. They suffer as you or I would suffer, although more bravely. Remember Christ. Although I am now an enemy to Joseph's legacy, I shudder when recalling his pain.
Every morning I take out my bankbook, stare at it, shudder - and turn quickly to my typewriter.
Bluh-huh-huh" Minho groaned, a shudder of repulsion, like he'd just stepped in a pile of klunk.
