Gail Carriger Quotes

Hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t get enough air, and I couldn’t find the desire to push her away

The beating of my heart was so violent and wild that I felt as if my life were breaking from me.

My heart was beating out of my chest.

When you're traumatized, you pick out one thing you remember more than anything else.

I tended to faint when I saw accident victims in the emergency ward, during surgery, or while drawing blood.

What I wasn't prepared for were the feelings of anxiety that it stirred in me. I wasn't prepared for the initial feeling of I don't want to have to do that again. I was scared.

I just sort of lost my head for a little while.

The chaos surrounding her was confusing. Everyone was suddenly talking at the same time. Perhaps she should try to swoon after all, Christine considered. No, the settee was already taken, and the floor didn't look all that appealing. She settled on wringing her hands. It was the best she could do to look upset.

If I wasn't dead already, I'd said I was having a heart attack.

I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.

Everyone just screams and screams and screams. I have accepted it as real now, but it still feels surreal.

All systems have failed me. In five minutes I'll be fine again for a while, but right now the inside of my head feels like Niagara Falls without the noise, just this mist and churning and no real sense of where earth ends and heaven begins.

What happens with you when you begin to feel uneasy, unsettled, queasy? Notice the panic, notice when you instantly grab for something. (51)

If a car came through a window anywhere near me, I'd be freaking out for three days!

Pain is an interesting and off-putting thing. Few if any things in life concentrate our attention so completely and terribly, and few things are more boring to listen to or read about.

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.

I've never felt so bereft and panicky. What do I do without my phone? How do I function? My hand keeps automatically reaching for my phone in its usual place in my pocket. Every instinct in me wants to text someone, 'OMG, I've lost my phone! ' but how can do that without a bloody phone?

I am made to tremble and I fear!

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he’d watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.

There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.