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Hesitated; swooped again; hesitated again; swooped once more
He wiped sweat from his brow, drew a shaky breath.
When I'm nervous, I stutter, and I had to keep stopping and starting.
When you're fearful, you stumble.
Her voice faltered to a stop. Fear and confusion clutched at her throat like some terrible beast, and suddenly she was finding it difficult to breathe.
hates to be startled, or scared, or surprised.
Wary, as if surrounded by strangers.
The reflex of fear was soon replaced with another, more useful emotion.
Rage.
He felt his own fear racing through his body, and it was with trembling hands that he read the Eel's message.
Fear makes people speechless
He was numb from aching. And from fear.
I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm - because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn't recognize it any more.
The fear was visible on their faces and in their trembling voices. Neither of them had wanted to think about what life would be like without the man who made them feel safe.
I got offstage and was just looking at my hands, and they were shaking. I was like, 'I wanna kill someone! What's happening?'
His cheek twitched. With Jeremy, this was the equivalent of an emotional outburst.
Miserably disturbed!' that is not strong enough. He was haunted by the remembrance of the handsome young man, with whom she stood in an attitude of such familiar confidence; and the remembrance shot through him like an agony, till it made him clench his hands tight in order to subdue the pain.
I didn't shiver. I get muscle twitches sometimes. That's all.
It made our hair stand up in panic fear.
His eyelids fluttered. (Only eyelids do that. And butterflies.)
her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.
Her knees began to shake, not because he was beautiful, which he had always been, but because coming into this room with him here waiting for her ... it was like coming home.
Everybody is shaky. IfShaky-- Will Miller
A sudden, superstitious fear chilled her skin. She was too happy. Happiness this intense couldn't last. Something was bound to happen.
The act of speaking felt like shaking his head until the right phrases fell out.
All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: "O love! O love!" many times.
Mom, my bed was shaking.
Fear could paralyse. Action was the antidote.
And my wrist froze STAGE FRIGHT
Outrage alternated with a sweaty fear he had never before felt. Something, it seemed to him was being drained from him, leaving the body feeling like a very dry sponge, very light, completely at the mercy of sly toying gusts of wind.
Comfort came in and stood with an appearance of guilt and shame.
Her head bent, her eyes soaked with tears, her hands and legs, vibrating like a guiter string as perspiration covered her entire body, she felt like disappearing into the thin air, maybe to another mind creating world.
My nerves did a jitter dance, stuck between two wolves.
She was uneasy, perturbed to her last fibre. She wanted to remain clear, with no touch on her. A wild instinct made her shrink away from any hands which might be laid on her.
She was feeling, thinking, trembling about everything; agitated, happy, miserable, infinitely obliged, absolutely angry.
There was a look of fear in his eyes, such as people have when they are suddenly awakened.
Abby's expression made me falter; she was afraid of what she'd just seen. She swallowed, and took a step back. Her fear only made me more angry, not at her, but because I was ashamed of myself.
I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.
I was never nervous. That's not me, ... Nervousness, scariness, that's not even in our vocabulary.
Abruptly feeling as if his tongue were too thick for his mouth.
A nervous silence loosens tongues
I turned round and Jeeves shied like a startled mustang.
After about ten seconds, he inhaled and shook
She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone
desire so acute that it became despair.
I could feel parts of my body that had never sweated before break out in nervous droplets.
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.
Show me, Grandfather, and I will finish what you started. Trembling
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.
For a moment of intense terror she paused upon the giddy pinnacle, as if in contemplation of her own sublimity, then trembled and tottered, and
came down.
God is shaking me.
Unease stole through her, and she shivered. Now that the moment had arrived, she was nervous. Damn it, this never happens in my fantasies.
Fear, what a strange thing fear was...
I felt frighteningly unbridled.
Heart was racing.
Friends? Ha! Who was she kidding? Friends didn't tremble just because
I was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs,
Only in the tamed trembling of a poem, I had believed
Some kindness might survive
amazement, shading into dismay; a shallow horror sensation that cold springs of personal fear swiftly deepened.
Changed expression. Wariness, maybe. I felt a body move so close it was skimming my own, and a warm hand protectively settled at the base of my neck. Without turning I knew it was Ranger.
Stephen, why are you shivering?'
'I don't know, my darling.'
'Mary, why are you crying?'
'I don't know, Stephen.'
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Out of every kind of nervousness I didn't move.
The trembling increased, a moan of grief was heard, nothing articulate - as a bird in the night sometimes laments alone.
I felt afraid. No one would know that, not Mother and not Mike. I'd keep the fear pushed down inside of me, and no one would know it was there. "I'm awfully happy," I wrote. I was. Awfully happy and awfully in love, and tomorrow I was marrying Mike.
And then suddenly she was on her feet, her heart knocking in her chest, a sudden familiar but long-forgotten terror triggered- but by what?
Simon winced as the man fought for words. He didn't appear to be stuttering so much as emotionally overcome, but it was never pleasant when one couldn't get a sentence out.
The doubts ached in my bones like the deadening crawl of an icy night, and my gun trembled from my unsteady arm.
Unnerved, the nerve, you're nervous, nervous that I'm right.
Suddenly, like a thing falling upon me from without, came fear.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
Her softest, most secret parts quivered. She
Though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.
I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.
Psalm 55:5 'Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me' I began to cry and shake ferociously.
All she could do was stare dumbly at him as she trembled all over, for he was so rampantly glorious, it had stolen her voice.
Something terrible happened and people began to shake. It was the reminder that frightened them; the reminder of just how close to the edge we are in life, always, at every moment.
My nerves were wrapped so tight I could explode at any second. Some jaguar reciting poetry was not helping. Just tell me which way to go, Shakespeare.
He wavered suddenly, doubted doubts. He looked at his big beloved.
He raised his bony fingers as if to touch me and I steeled myself not to flinch as his hand, still smoldering, neared my face.
He rattled and spoke his last words. Worth ... the ... fall.
shared his unease.
Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.
Fear blossomed within her - not like a flower, but like blood welling from a gunshot wound, spreading throughout her entire body.
His fear vanished and was replaced with steely determination. He would not let the spirit hurt this girl. He would not let anyone hurt this girl.
Guarded curiosity.
strange sense of loss came over him.
She wondered if a person could be powerful, but inside be broken into pieces, and shaking, all the time.
The delicate sensitivity of a frightened rattlesnake.
I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.
...My hands shook, and I stared at them. Another
loss of control. That was the second time this month. Sooner or later, I'd
break, if the department didn't put me down first.
If you want," he told her, "the dog'll go."
"I want."
"The dog really scares you that much?"
She held out her hand, tried to hold it steady but couldn't. "No, I always shake like this.
Goose bumps broke out down his chest and arms.
I jerked away from her, almost falling. "No!" I meant to shout but it came out as a weak croak, "Don't touch me." My voice was shaking, though I couldn't tell if I was angry or afraid.
I was shocked. A dying word, "shocked." Few people have been able to use it well since Claude Rains so famously said, "I'm shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on here," as he pocketed his winnings in Casablanca. But it's the only word for excitement and alarm of this intensity.
had shifty eyes. Unease niggled
The pale sword came shivering through the air
Tears began to surge up into her eyes, and she found herself doubling up her fists, with the thumbs inside, as she had done as a child; she felt her jaw wobble, and when she spoke her voice could hardly be heard.
I could depend a lot on my shaking, though I never shimmied vulgarly and only to express myself.
I was afraid to express myself for a while.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
She could no longer control her fear.
My eyes flickered back and forth. Sweat beaded on my forehead and I felt the fluid suffuse my palms, a bastion of warm comfort in a moment of primal terror.
I shivered from the holy shit fuck of it all
What's shaking, Gatorbait?