Shake meaning

Verb: shake

Pronunciation: (sheyk)

Shake meaning:

• Move or cause to move back and forth

Synonyms: agitate 

• Move with or as if with a tremor

Synonyms: didder 

• Vibrate rapidly and intensively

Synonyms: judder 

• Move back and forth or sideways

Synonyms: rock, sway 

• Undermine or cause to waver

• Excite the feelings or emotions of; disturb the peace of

Synonyms: stimulate, shake up, excite, stir 

• Get rid of

Synonyms: shake off, throw off, escape from 

• Bring to a specified condition by or as if by shaking

• Shake (a body part) to communicate a greeting, feeling, or cognitive state

Noun: shake

Pronunciation: (sheyk)

Shake meaning:

• Building material used as siding or roofing

Synonyms: shingle 

• Frothy drink of milk and flavoring and sometimes fruit or ice cream

Synonyms: milkshake, milk shake 

• A note that alternates rapidly with another note a semitone above it

Synonyms: trill 

• (contract) grasping and shaking a person’s hand (as to acknowledge an introduction or to agree on a contract)

Synonyms: handshake, handshaking, handclasp 

• A reflex motion caused by cold, fear or excitement

Synonyms: tremble, shiver 

• Causing to move repeatedly from side to side

Synonyms: wag, waggle
Quotations:

1. Elizabeth Gilbert – People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master.
2. Suzanne Collins – I’m coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home. Peeta hesitates, then gives an unconvincing shake of his head.Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name? says Caesar. Peeta sighs. Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping. Sounds of sympathy from the crowd. Unrequited love they can relate to. She have another fellow? asks Caesar.I don’t know, but a lot of boys like her, says Peeta. So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh? says Caesar encouragingly.I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning won’t help in my case, says Peeta. Why ever not? says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. Because-because-she came here with me.
3. Cassandra Clare – If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.
4. William Goldman – I love you, Buttercup said. I know this must come as something of a surprise to you, since all I’ve ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.  I love you so much more now then when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl. I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry,But remember, please, that she is old and has other interests, while I am seventeen and for me there is only you.
5. William Shakespeare- Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
6. Suzanne Collins – She’s not here, I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim. At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. Get out! He dodges the pillow I throw at him. Go away! There’s nothing left for you here! I start to shake, furious with him. She’s not coming back. She’s never ever coming back here again. I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. She’s dead, you stupid cat. She’s dead.
7. Kristan Higgins – I had to get over [him]. For months now, a stone had been sitting on my heart. I’d shed a lot of tears over [him], lost a lot of sleep, eaten a lot of cake batter. Somehow, I had to move on. [Life] would be hell if I didn’t shake loose from the grip he had on my heart. I most definitely didn’t want to keep feeling this way, alone in a love affair meant for two. Even if he’d felt like The One. Even if I’d always thought we’d end up together. Even if he still had a choke chain on my heart.
8. Anne Lamott – Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.
9. Colleen Hoover – You wanted to lick my face the first time you saw me. Is that usually what you do when you’re attracted to guys? I shake my head. Not your face, your dimple. And no. You’re the only guy I’ve ever had the urge to lick. He smiles at me confidently. Good. Because you’re the only girl I’ve ever had the urge to love.

Sample sentences:

1. You should date a girl who reads.Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice. It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.She has to give it a shot somehow.Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two. Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series. If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads. Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
2. I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.
3. Moths, repeats Will. You’re afraid of moths? Not just a cloud of moths, she says, like a swarm of them. Everywhere. All those wings and legs and. She shudders and shakes her head. Terrifying, Will says with mock seriousness. That’s my girl. Tough as cotton balls.Oh, Shut up.
4. When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 
5. Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
6. There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you’ve carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.
7. Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake & help us see we are worth so much more than we’re settling for.
8. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas.The planet will be here for a long, long, long time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed. And if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice toward plastic. 
9. Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.
10. Well, usually when a person shakes their head, said McGonagall coldly, they mean no. So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign language as yet unknown to humans.
11. But the Tris who’s trying as hard as she can to destroy herself , I can’t love her. I want to scream. But not because I’m angry, because I’m afraid he’s right. My hands shake and I grab the hem of my shirt to steady them.He touches his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. I believe you’re still in there, he says against my mouth. Come back.
12. Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the skeptic, an ardent zealot.
13. Meeting you was a disaster. She raised a brow. Thank you. He stumbled on, trying to make her understand. But I am grateful for that disaster. I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide. I, she said, planting a hand on her hip, am a delicate flower. You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.
14. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.
15. Water that never moves. I say to him. Its fine for a little while. You can drink from it and it’ll sustain you. But if it sits too long it goes bad. It grows stale. It becomes toxic. I shake my head. I need waves. I need waterfalls. I want rushing currents.
16. He glares at me as if he already hates it. What is it? I consider lying but what’s the point? I clear my throat. Pooky Bear. He’s silent for so long I’m beginning to think he didn’t hear me when he finally says, Pooky. Bear. It was just a little joke. I didn’t know. I’ve mentioned that names have power, right? Do you realize that when she fights battles, she’s going to have to announce herself to the opposing sword? She’ll be forced to say something ridiculous like, I am Pooky Bear, from an ancient line of archangel swords. Or, Bow down to me, Pooky Bear, who has only two other equals in all the worlds.  He shakes his head. How is she going to get any respect?
17. There’s a Korean word my grandma taught me. It’s called jung. It’s the connection between two people that can’t be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can’t ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.
18. I didn’t eat all of it. Oh, so it ate itself. Dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake. Did the spoon ate it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it. Actually, I think the freezer ate it.
19. I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.