shouting Quotes

″‘No!’ Mom or Ethan would shout when I wet the floor. ‘Good boy!’ they’d sing when I peed in the grass. ‘Okay, that’s good,’ they’d say when I urinated on the papers. I could not understand what in the world was wrong with them.”

“Every time the horse set foot on the course, someone would cry out, ‘Here comes the Biscuit!’ and the track would come to a dead standstill.”

“Shout loud at the top of your voice, ‘I AM I! ME! I am I! And I may not know why but I know that I like it!‘”

“Aziraphale relaxed. ‘You know, Crowley,’ he said, beaming, ‘I’ve always said that, deep down inside, you’re really quite a—’ ‘All right, all right,’ Crowley snapped. ‘Tell the whole blessed world, why don’t you?‘”

“We need never shout across the spaces to an absent God. He is nearer than our own soul, closer than our most secret thoughts”

My dear, Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a battering Ram Running all through the city, Shouting so madly inside and out About the ten thousand things That do not matter?”

“By golly, what a place that kitchen was! The noise! And the steam! And the clatter of pots and pans! And the cooks all shouting! And the waiters all rushing in and out from the Dining-Room yelling the food orders to the cooks!”

Shooting and shouting result, and the family is ordered to leave the country. An almost duplicate scene labeled “Eritrea” follows. In an effort to show that neither country embraces the union of this Ethiopian man and Eritrean woman and its progeny, the question immediately arises, are the soldiers Ethiopian or Eritrean?

“At last, Jemmy thought, you’re free of the prince! But he couldn’t resist a backward glance. Prince Brat was standing in the center of the road. He’d dropped his load of driftwood and merely gazed at the receding coach. Jemmy straightened, and folded his arms. The prince wasn’t his look out any longer.But he’d stood there like a wounded bird. Blast him! A prince hadn’t a cockeyed notion how to fend for himself. ‘Stop, Cap’n!’ Jemmy shouted. ‘We left me friend behind.’ ”

“The next morning at school a group of parents burst into the classroom, waving the nit letter and shouting. Miss Battle-Axe squared her shoulders. ‘Rest assured that the culprit will be found.’ she said. ‘I have declared war on nits.’ Scratch, Scratch, Scratch. Miss Battle-Axe spun round. Her beady eyes swivelled over the class. ‘Who’s scratching?’ she demanded. Silence”

“Sunday, February 1st. Fourth after Epiphany. There was a lot of shouting downstairs late last night. The kitchen waste-bin was knocked over and the back door kept being slammed. I wish my parents would be a bit more thoughtful, I have been though an emotional time and I need my sleep.”

“He had suddenly had a strange feeling stronger than any he had ever known: he had been aware that someone was trying to tell him something, something that had missed him because he could not understand the words. Not words exactly; it had been like a kind of silent shout. But he had not been able to pick up the message, because he had not known how. ”

“By this time the peddler was really very, very angry. He stamped both his feet and shouted, ‘You monkey’s you! You must give me back my caps!’ ”

“Hush breathed deeply and began to eat. ‘A tail! A tail!’ shouted both possums at once. For there it was. A brand new, visible tail!”

“It was piping hot when they took it out, and the villagers raised a mighty shout. ‘Isn’t it crusty? Aren’t we clever!‘”

“Jennifer Jones won’t leave me alone. She sits by my side. She shouts in my ear.”

“Please, don’t touch anything,′ says Grandpa. ‘Don’t touch,’ says Dusty, as he presses a switch in the mixer. The beater and the bowl begin whirling around. Flour flies all over. Grandpa shouts, ‘No, no, NO!”

“Then a moment’s pause, while both sides look up at the spinning ball. There is flies, straight between the two posts, some five feet above the cross-bar, an unquestioned goal; and a shout of real, genuine joy rings out from the School-house players-up, and faint echo of it comes over the close from the goal-keepers under the Doctor’s wall. A goal in the first hour - such a thing hasn’t been done in the School-house match these five years.”

“His dad didn’t tell him off for shouting. He pulled Logan close and hugged him. ‘Not as much as I’ll miss you,’ he said. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe Bear should go with you.”