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I started violently, as if some unseen hand had goosed me.
I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.
My scalp tingled like Christmas candy on a cold tongue.
What are those humps on her chest?
You've got bluebirds in your-- Yah, I know. Happens whenever I heal someone. Pops called 'em the bluebirds of healing. My beard is their magical home.
I want my chirfugging goose back!
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. A spark flew off Arnold and shook me, like a chill. I wanted to cry; I felt very odd. I had fallen into a new way of being happy.
Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, a thump and a scream that caused her to jump from the bed. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up and her body became one big goosebump.
What is the difference between an anchovy and a sweaty eyebrow?
Anxiety's already tingling my skin.
Gooseberries aren't just for creamy desserts and pies.
The fact that music can induce Goosebumps draw a tear inspire and connect is one of my favorite parts of being human
Carter-headed chicken.
I felt something cold skitter down the back of my legs.
Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?
My nerves did a jitter dance,
I shivered from the holy shit fuck of it all
- to wit, 'the sweat of the brow.
your hands
humming hurricanes
of beauty.
As to why you've got it, silly things help with nerves.
Who cares if there are lumps on my thighs? I'm guilty of having human legs made up of fat, muscle, and skin, and sometimes when you sit, they get bumpy!
Where do you go when you disappear? What do you see on the other side?"
"Come with me," she said, running her tongue over her teeth. "See for yourself."
The goose flesh rose on my arms. I never asked her again.
Was it frisson when you saw a guy smile and it made your heart act all weird?
I feel my breath catch in my chest as I breathe out. I have no idea how to describe this feeling inside me, but it's a long way from 'Ick'. It's about as far away from 'Ick' as I can get.
Goose neck is a delicacy. You have to at least try it. In fancy restaurants people pay up to fifty dollars a plate for this stuff.'
And at our house we were force-fed it for free. Just another irony of life.
Butterflies in your stomach. More like killer bees.
Palm twitching mad, especially now
There's a goose asleep in the rain!
senseless, senseless coughs of emotion
The bumps are what you climb on.
When people are nervous, some people move around. Some people scratch their leg.
I could feel parts of my body that had never sweated before break out in nervous droplets.
God is shaking me.
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
I used to tremble from nerves so badly that the only way I could hold my head steady was to lower my chin practically to my chest and look up at Bogie. That was the beginning of The Look.
- How dare you, I repeat, In disregard of all decency, call me a goose?
- I spit on your head, Ivan Ivanovich! What are you screaming so for?
I used to get a shiver if I thought about holding balloons, because I was scared of floating away.
revealing a splotchy red forehead, shiny with sweat.
My heart is flapping wings against my throat.
Chill out with Shiver and Fears
Why am I covered in feathers
Trying to evade the people who frighten us. We come to work, have lunch, and go home. We goose-step in and goose-step out, changing our partner and wander all about, sashay around for a pat on the head, and promenade home till we all drop dead.
I don't like to fly. What's it called when the plane shakes? Turbulence, takeoffs ... I grab my chair, close my eyes, count to 30, breathe, and pray.
This makes me so sore it gets my dandruff up.
How dared you, I repeat, in disregard of all decency, call me a goose?
Butterflies. Everyday.
A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
Flapping my arms I began to cluck, look at me, I'm the disco duck.
What the ever-loving knuckle fuck?
She could feel the heat from his body behind her. It radiated from his chest to her shoulder blades. The silk of his bow tie brushed against her hair, penetrating it, until it grazed across the surface of her neck, causing it to explode into goose-pimples.
I don't want to be a chicken. I don't want to be a duck. So I shake my butt.
I attend Internet conferences all the time, and they literally make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I can feel my face growing warm, and I hope I'm not flushing in my terror. The feeling of helplessness and fear hits me hard, and once my mind validates the emotion, the physical fear of being maimed and eaten hits my skin as goose bumps in the heat.
I know ladies don't sweat, but something was running down my face in great rivulets.
Sometimes when it comes to the iconic kind of moments, when I read the script for the first time, you get little goose bumps or something because it really is kind of exciting.
That moment when a knot forms in your throat, but you choose to throw your head back and laugh instead.
Oh No! My wings are effed up!
Excuse me for just a sec, I've got eczema around my nubbins.
I spread my arms. In the Rainbow Jungles of Ever there lives what I affectionately call, killer ducks.
I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.
My thoughts seem thick, ketchup stuck in a bottle. Like trying to feel someone's face while wearing goosedown mittens.
one man's windchimes are another man's migraine
What the hell is in swan saliva that burns so badly?
My leg hurts, I wonder if it's cancer? There's a bump. I'm starting to sweat. Stop sweating. I've got to stop sweating.
Can she see it dripping down my forehead? She looked at my hair line. She thinks I'm bald.
Sweet mother of twat tingles.
Rache! Glad you're ... Tink loves a duck!" he said, wings clattering. "It stinks of sex in here. God, woman. I leave you alone for one night, and you're humping the ghost." - Jenks to Rachel
There's nothing half so mortal as a grey goose feather.
I had a nose tickle.
It's curious how it gets you down to have a sticky neck.
The goose-step has always seemed to me to be an outlandish exhibition of the human being in his most undignified and stupid state.
I get butterflies before I go out to say hello at a party.
When I sit down to write, I just let the goose out of the bottle.
A cold word from a cold man sends shivers throughout my body but my heart remains warm
When you see the veins popping out of my neck, that's an exclamation point.
apparently pleasure caused the hob's sweat glands to go into a frenzy.
A loud peel of laughter travels up my throat. Something out of the ordinary has finally happened, and it sends a spark of electricity directly to the dull lump in my chest.
If you feel tempted to use a picture of two hands shaking in front of a globe, put the pencil down, step away from the desk, and think about taking a vacation or investigating aromatherapy.
So much blood's rushing and gushing to my head it might blow straight off my neck.
My grandfather always said a sudden shiver meant someone had just stepped on the spot where your grave would be.
I have Tiger Blood running through my vains.
I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows.
It begins to rain softly, raising goose-pimples on the pond's skin.
I don't fear the things that go 'bump' in the night. It's the things that go 'RRAAAAARGGH!' that bother me.
I run my hands down her bare arms. Shoulders to elbows to wrists. She has goose bumps, even in the muggy Florida night. Maybe that's because of me.
Sometimes I forget she likes me the same way I like her.
An hour ago Cutwell had thumbed through the index of The Monster Fun Grimoire and had cautiously assembled a number of common household ingredients and put a match to them.
Funny thing about eyebrows, he mused. You never really noticed them until they'd gone.
It was M-m-moe and Shorty," I said. "Damn, I can't stop
shaking."
"Adrenaline burn-off," Ranger said. "It's normal."
"Why aren't you sh-sh-shaking?"
"I'm not normal.
Some things just scrape my spine!
Neck touching takes place when there is emotional discomfort, doubt, or insecurity.
Recently, the very thought of going to the dance with Grady made Violet's skin itch, as if she might be breaking out in hives-or more likely a bad case of second thoughts.
There comes a voluptuous moment when the senses and the whole skin tingle with a sharpened awareness of the body and the world around.
Fear can give you urgent wings.
I sweat real sweat and I shake real shakes.
My hands twitch as they tremble and every nerve and muscle in my body is frozen - numb.
I don't have feathers, but I feel like a bird sometimes.
My blood singing as it courses through my body,
Chins up smiles on - Effie Trinket
Idiopathic Craniofacial Erythema', or 'severe facial blushing'.
One of the things I wanted to do with my own books was bridge the gap between 'Goosebumps' and adult horror.
You must be all a-tingle with excitement.'
'I guess so,' I said, but I did not feel a-tingle. I did not feel a-anything.
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.