103 Reaction Quotes

It's well-known that men and women are different but it keeps being re-discovered with great excitement.

I was in Japan a couple of months ago, I saw a preview for the movie Pearl Harbor. And they showed the Japanese airplanes coming in to bomb Pearl Harbor, and I applauded. Nobody else in the theater applauded.

Do not deny the classical approach, simply as a reaction, or you will have created another pattern and trapped yourself there.

Well, they didn't lack for topics after Hiroshima. Why should 9/11 slow them down? I know it got a lot of press, but it's just a few large buildings and aircraft, it's not like D-Day and the Seige of Berlin.

Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.

I've enjoyed the accommodations offered by police departments from Florida to Hawaii. Any time I saw a badge, something in me would snap.

The Golden Notebook for some reason surprised people but it was no more than you would hear women say in their kitchens every day in any country. ... I was really astounded that some people were shocked.

If all else fails, the character of a man can be recognized by nothing so surely as by a jest which he takes badly.

I plugged my phone in where the blender used to be. I called someone. They went 'Aaaaahhhh...'

When your opponent is hurrying recklessly, you must act contrarily and keep calm. You must not be influenced by the opponent. Train diligently to attain this spirit.

:it is the peculiar and perpetual error of the human understanding to be more moved and excited by affirmatives than by negatives:

The wise will determine from the gravity of the case; the irritable from sensibility to oppression; the high-minded from disdain and indignation at abusive power in unworthy hands.

The more rational statement is that we feel sorry because we cry, angry because we strike, afraid because we tremble, and not that we cry, strike, or tremble, because we are sorry, angry, or fearful, as the case may be. Without the bodily states following on the perception, the latter would be purely cognitive in form, pale, colorless, destitute of emotional warmth.

The news came to the village - the dire news which spread across the land, filling men's hearts with consternation - that Byron was dead. Tennyson was then about a boy of fifteen. 'Byron was dead! I thought the whole world was at an end,' he once said, speaking of those bygone days. 'I thought everything was over and finished for everyone - that nothing else mattered. I remembered I walked out alone, and carved 'Byron is dead' into the sandstone.'

'Naturally, The Rock is appreciative to all of his fans, but to you...The Rock's birthday's May second, you stupid son of a bitch!'

She has a dessert with the ice cream, streusel, and pork! Yummy! (laughs nervously)

That's an interesting texture. IT'S ALIVE!

They are now looking at twenty minutes left in Battle Egg. [announcer says, 'twenty minutes to go'] THAT'S WHAT I JUST SAID! I don't know who that woman is, I never do get to see her.

The amazing part of the great Danish cartoon caper isn't that Muslims immediately engage in acts of mob violence when things don't go their way. That is de rigueur for the Religion of Peace. Their immediate response to all bad news is mass violence. That's a 'dog bites man' story and belongs on page B-34, next to the grade school hot lunch menu and the birth notices. After an Egyptian ferry capsized recently, killing hundreds of passengers, a whole braying mob of passengers' relatives staged an organized attack on the company, throwing furniture out the window and burning the building to the ground. Witnesses say it was the most violent ocean liner-related incident since Carnival Cruise Lines fired Kathie Lee Gifford. The 'offense to Islam' ruse is merely an excuse for Muslims to revert to their default mode: rioting and setting things on fire.

I'm not saying he should have killed her, but I understand.

What's this? Mr. Franklin's lonely. What's this 'sorry daddy?' Is Wayne Brady going to have to choke a bitch? I'm gonna have to get out of this car and choke a bitch!

Dylan : A sugar cookie mon, this is crazy.

It was here in Toronto that it all started. The biggest travesty in the industry went down right here, when the People turned on the People's Champion. Last year at WrestleMania, 68,000 of you mothercanuckers booing the rock out of the bulding!

Better if he had said something natural like, 'Jesus, here we are.'

I was sitting outside the classroom waiting to go in, and I saw an airplane hit the tower - the TV was obviously on. And I used to fly, myself, and I said, well, there's one terrible pilot. I said, it must have been a horrible accident.

'It makes blood shoot out of my eyes.'

Because they were idiots!

When she comes on television, I involuntarily cross my legs.

Thus, the purposeful relationship of phenomena is based on the specificity of the stimuli, that correspond to similarly specific reactions.

Jade: 'Aww, man!!! S***! I just dropped my favorite eyeliner!'

Jade:'Holy shit, that looks frightening and intruiging and amazing and delicious. Look at the poor lonely corn dog....'

'You should have been like NOOOOO!!!'

This is pretty cool

Mmm-hmm. Fascinating.

You are paralyzed by the fact that cruelty is often amusing.

New York's such a wonderful city. Although I was at the library today. The guy was very rude. I said, 'I'd like a card.' He says, 'You have to prove you're a citizen of New York.' So I stabbed him.

I still, in presence of life... have reactions - as many as possible... It's, I suppose, because I am that queer monster, the artist, an obstinate finality, an inexhaustible sensibility. Hence the reactions - appearances, memories, many things, go on playing upon it with consequences that I note and 'enjoy' (grim word!) noting. It all takes doing - and I do. I believe I shall do yet again - it is still an act of life.

To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction; or, the mutual actions of two bodies upon each other are always equal, and directed to contrary parts.

Jack: Smell?... What do I want with smelling salts?

Rochester: That's for me. I can't stand the sight of blood.

Jack: What do you mean, you think? Can't you tell?

Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin' nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did, en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im.

Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.

There would always be a bunch of fucking grousers and nay-sayers being like 'that was uncalled for'

When Henry Mulcahy, a middle-aged instructor of literature at Jocelyn College, Jocelyn, Pennsylvania, unfolded the President's letter and became aware of its contents, he gave a sudden sharp cry of impatience and irritation, as if such interruptions could positively be brooked no longer.

I shuddered from stem to stern, as stout barks do when buffeted by the waves.

His whole aspect was that of a man who has unexpectedly been struck by lightning.

She snorted with a sudden violence which twenty-four hours earlier would have unmanned me completely. Even in my present tolerably robust condition, it affected me like one of those gas explosions which slay six.

I realized, then, that I had stood without intending to. Flight reaction, I said to myself. Instinctive. Upon experiencing close adversaries. The lizard part of the brain.

She opened her mouth like a firebucket and laughed. That terminated my interest in her. I couldn't hear the laugh but the hole in her face when she unzippered her teeth was all I needed.

Jordy Verrill: [upon first viewing the meteor] Whoo! I be dipped in hogshit if that ain't a meteor!

Jordy Verrill: [after fluids from the meteor drench him] Meteor Shit!

'I'm calling you a creepy little bastard because you creep me out!' (To Christian)

I aimed at the public's heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.

Oh, bother.

Oh Snap!

'Oh really?'

Brian Pillman and Owen Hart start laughing*

What fresh hell is this?

Rochester: Oh oh.

That tears it!

I see red!