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Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.
I'm a little bit in shock, to tell you the truth.
Thoroughly humiliated, and at the same time thinking being his baby could be a bit erotic,
I felt, by turns, numb, hot with a monstrous embarrassment, and sick as though I'd eaten splinters of glass and was slowly shredding inside.
Oh, I used to be disgusted, but now I try to be amused.
The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.
distraught. It seems he claims
I was a very scared child.
Confused and Stunned, like a duck hit on the head.
I see him lying on the ground and all I feel is disgust.
from any anatomical disgust
such a strange look of repugnance and horror
I'm horrified of leprechauns. I'm horrified that I might be leprechauns.
frightening? Vigdis A. panted
Put simply,she freaked me the hell out.
I felt shocked and then saddened. life does this to you sometimes - leads you up a path and then drops you in the shit, to mix a metaphor.
I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.
I should have been appalled. Or offended. Anything but horny, but there it was.
I gaped at her before turning to gape at the rest of my family. Gaping seemed like the only real answer. If they were going to have to identify my body by my dental records, I was going to make sure they all got a good look at my teeth.
doing with the puzzled
Disgust is the appropriate response to most situations
Devastated ... grief-stricken. You were alive, but the way you looked ... I didn't think you'd ever recover. And it tore me apart to think of that happening to you so young.
I hate to disappoint, but I just lay there, curled in a ball, shaking in pure terror.
I had a quiet freak-out.
Unhappy is a nice word.
I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
I am slightly shocked to have gone as far as I have.
I'm still astounded by some people's reaction to things I consider quite normal.
I was staring into a mirror, and I didn't like what I saw there.
Horror is the removal of masks.
Then we all sat around; we were supposed to be awed. I was brattishly unawed.
I was torn between anger and amusement.
Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.
We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it.
I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back.
[Mr. Collins] began by stating that he could find no words to express his shock and abhorrence, and then proceeded to find a great number, few of them appropriate and none of them helpful.
For an instant I was dumbfounded.
To me, horror is when I see somebody lying. I mean a person I know. A friend. And he's telling me something that I accept. And then suddenly, as he or she is telling it, there's something that gives them away. They're not telling me the truth.
I'm horrified most of the time. I wish it was more complicated, but at the same time, each time I try to complicate it I hate it because I hate the idea of writing to impress.
Mortification was becoming my default emotion.
Surprised. Then everyone, by unspoken
eternally scared
Don't tell me your speechless, princess.
IT was the most horrible, the most repellent thing she had ever seen, far more nauseating then anything she had ever imagined with her consious mind, or that had ever tormented her in her most terrible nightmares.
We had better share our bewilderments. By hiding them from each other we should not hide them from ourselves.
She has a sour expression on her face (surprise, surprise)
Every single day I'm shocked.
perceptibly with anger. "I
abysmally beshitted.
This is not to say that I wasn't completely repulsed. I mean, I wasn't exactly proud that my stepbrother
was in there tongue wrestling with the second stupidest person in our class, after himself.
Automatically, like all healthy, normal beings, I deny the existence of horror ...
I was covered in gore, dripping in slime, and in a very bad mood.
It gave me a shock. A sudden shock of indescribable pain, like when you're a kid, and you're hit on the nose with a basketball on a cold morning, and you cannot believe how much it hurts, and your friends all laugh and you want your mother so bad.
My nose was running, I couldn't see worth shit and my brain was still frozen in abject terror.
I felt dead and sick inside.
I would nearly go into convulsions of dismay at my stupidity.
Horror is the badge of humanity, worn proudly, self-righteously, and often falsely.
I stared at him in stunned silence. This was not the Nathan I knew. The mask was gone, and for the first time I was seeing the true Nathan without any inhibitions. He was raw and lay bare before me.
He was stunning. More beautiful than usual in his agony.
When I see images of a girl who is obviously far too thin, I am just as shocked as anyone else.
I was somewhere between angry and turned-on.
Shocked expressions, but Ashton looked incredibly angry.
Naked female bodies with their legs apart, a granny and her sagging tits. Terrified,
Disappointed, yes. Annoyed, yes. But I'm not really mad.
Absolutely Disgusted! Your Father's Facing An Inquiry At Work And It's Entirely Your Fault! If You Put Another Toe Out Of Line, We'll Bring You Straight Back Home!
I try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face.
Wound me ... I can only feed on my humiliated blood.
We all three were struck with the kind of horror that makes you want to dig a hole, jump in, and pull the hole in after you.
Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.
I was in the midst of a medium-sized panic attack.
That disgusts me.
I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)
I was as surprised as a flower that sees for the first time a bee coming towards it
I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!
I'm all amazed, befuddled, and beflustered!
This man, although he appeared so humble and embarrassed in his air and manners, and passed so unheeded, had inspired me with such a feeling of horror by the unearthly paleness of his countenance, from which I could not avert my eyes, that I was unable longer to endure it.
Horror is a feeling that cannot last long; human nature is incapable of supporting it. Sadness, whether it be from bereavement, or disappointment, or misfortune of any kind may linger on through life
No, not horror. Enlightenment.
There is beautiful in the grotesque.
I think I am becoming incapable of being too surprised. But it just makes me sad and sick.
I panicked.
I farted.
I shrieked in humiliation.
What I saw appalled me. I felt my hair rise like bristles on the back of my neck, and my heart seemed to stand still.
It is only unimaginative persons who can be really astonished. The imagination can always outrun the possible and actual sights and sounds of the world ...
No one can help but stare at the monster, because horror is a cousin to awe.
I was neither glad nor unhappy to see her, but maybe that's what shock does, because I was surprised, that I will say.
And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.
It was disturbing, like an enchanted place. I had not thought it could be as beautiful as this
She glimpsed the sexless mounds between their legs and shuddered. For some reason, she found their lack of genitals uncannily obscene, an indignity, a piece of humanity they had been denied.
Indescribably delirious!
smitten beyond words, and speechless in the presence of the girl he was falling for.
Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.
I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me.
I was helplessly captured; and hopelessly enraptured.
I glance in the mirror. Surprise,
surprise - I look finger-lickin'
delicious.
It was always easier to be disgusted after the fact. It was easier to shake your head and be outraged, as if the outrage was proof of civility - a sign that the world hadn't died, that it could still scream out in horror, proof that its heart was still beating.
It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant.
After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.
I was nowhere, I was floating. I was not surprised, I knew it was the World, the naked World suddenly revealing itself, and I choked with rage at this gross, absurd being.
I was so embarrassed I could feel my nerves curling like bacon over a hot fire.
I'm surprised and disappointed in American culture.