Trembling Quotes

I`d spent my entire teenage years suffering one unrequited love affair after the other. I was so shy I couldn`t even talk to girls. If I fancied them, I`d follow them home, but I didn`t have the guts to approach them. I was a teenage stalker. The same went for John. The first time I saw him he was this geek with nicotine-stained fingers, trembling with fear at the prospect of having to meet people. And his name wasn`t even John. It was Nigel. He was a Nigel with glasses, poor sod. I remember staring at his face and slowly realizing that he was rather beautiful, exquisite in fact. I mean, this was the best looking guy I`d seen in years, maybe my whole life. Losing his glasses and changing his name to John was the best thing he ever did. He was a man transformed. To see him in action was incredible. He could charm the knickers off anyone.

(on working with Montgomery Clift on "From Here to Eternity") The only time I was ever really afraid as an actor was that first scene with Clift. It was my scene, understand: I was the sergeant, I gave the orders, he was just a private under me. Well, when we started, I couldn`t stop my knees from shaking. I thought they might have to stop because my trembling would show. I was afraid he was going to blow me right off the screen.

In those moments when I entered the stage, trembling with stage fright and excitement, under those spotlights, I felt that I`d found the one thing that I wanted to do in my life. Nothing could match that flow of adrenaline.

On this thin, scarcely real and yet so perceptible sensation the whole world hung as on a faintly trembling axis, and this in turn rested on the two people in the room.

We were staying in the house, and the house started trembling. I mean, in a matter of seconds.

No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.

I was out of my bed in one second, trembling with excitement, and I dashed to the door and into the adjoining room, where I could watch the streets below from the windows.

All religions have periods in their history which are looked back to with retrospective fear and trembling as eras of persecution, and each religion has its own book of martyrs.

When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over

The little boy was trembling uncontrollably, ... His little legs were shaking so badly as to appear exaggerated. Yet, he was so scared that he was too scared to cry.