Excitement - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
As he walks in, my blood wakes up my brain, though I thought myself already awake. My smile grows of its own accord and I can either let him see what he ignited or hide it, either way, he's the most fun thing in my world.
For you there is nothing but an impish glee, the kind that feels like the icing on cakes and splashing in the sea. All it takes is for my thoughts to turn to you and the excitement switch is well and truly on. It's as if there's always a trail of gunpowder in my veins and you have the only match, letting it spark, bringing my soul out to play.
Travis, as a general rule, hid his emotions. He figured they were intel he'd rather not hand over and so at all times his face was blank. But today was different. His team had gone from nowhere in the league to all the way to the state championships and excitement poured out him like sunshine through fine white linen; he glowed from the inside out. The smile that cracked his face hadn't been seen since boyhood and he walked faster, talked faster, ate faster. He just had a good feeling about the day, nothing that felt this right could possibly go wrong. It just couldn't.
He stood at the gate hopping from one foot to the other like a little girl and he was not ashamed one bit. He was deliriously happy, giddy even. Any minute now his brother would pull up in his rat rod and take him to the junkyard to scavenge for parts. But first they'd refuel on the way at the burger bar, onions, cheese, the works. Already the saliva pooled in his mouth and he was forced to swallow. Then every few seconds he checked his wrist watch, another of his restored antiques, each time disappointed that it had barely changed since the last glance.
Looking down at the thin ribbon below that she knew to be a vast river, Megan should have been scared. All that stopped her from being pulverized on impact was the length of elastic fibres pinned to her harness. She felt pumped, excited, more alive than she had ever thought possible. All the mundane worries of her life had been muted and all there was to know about was this moment. No worrying about the past, no anxiety about the future. In one adrenaline fuelled warrior-yell she leapt into the sunshine with nothing but air beneath her feet and she was gone; eyes wide, grin wider.
Sabrina felt giddy with excitement. She wanted to run, to shout, to tell everyone what was going to happen...but she had to wait. She couldn't sit down, couldn't read a book, couldn't even use the computer. Her mind was like a butterfly, whatever distraction she chose for herself her mind kept fluttering back to the note in her hand. Then she'd get that tingly feeling all over again.
Sandy felt like every fiber of her being was vibrating with anticipation. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. Her hands trembled and her eyes were wide. 'This is what a cat must feel like waiting to pounce on a mouse,' she thought.
The excitement wired his body like he was plugged into the mains. He felt like his brain was on fast-forward and there was no off switch.
Eddy tingled from his head to his toes. He bounced on his flexing feet and rubbed his hands together. He wore the facial expression of a small child with an especially large christmas present.
I walked with a bounce in my step
Dr. L.P. Jones’ history classroom was exactly like the other classrooms at the college. Keep that in mind because every day, as he spoke, it was transformed by some miracle. One day in class, I heard the roar of World War I cannons as they exploded in France, l914. I never knew what to expect next. I found myself in World War I trenches with the French or British, fighting cold the enemy, cold, downpours of rain, and hunger. I remember one time, I flew missions in a two winged plane, and was shot down. I listened to a speech of Winston Churchill over the radio to the British people during World War II. On another day, I ventured into the halls of justice to witness the cross examination of a Nazi war criminal. Every one or two weeks at most, I would travel the world with the rich and powerful. I sat in the presence of countless heroes of civilization, and explorers of the Amazon River. There was something always going on in Dr. L.P. Jones’ classroom. I strongly suspect it continued.