Quotes About Tension

He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers.

Mildred driving a hundred miles an hour across town, he shouting at her and she shouting back and both trying to hear what was said, but hearing only the scream of the car. At least keep it down to the minimum! he yelled. What? she cried. Keep it down to fifty-five, the minimum he shouted. The what? she shrieked. Speed! he shouted. And she pushed it up to one hundred and five miles and tore the breath from his mouth.

Sure, it's money runs the world, Doone agreed, seated there. But it is music that holds down the friction.

He slapped her face with amazing objectivity and repeated the question.

The girl? She was a time bomb.

Montag ran. He could feel the Hound, like autumn, come cold and dry and swift, like a wind that didn't stir grass, that didn't jar windows or disturb leaf shadows on the white sidewalks as it passed. The Hound did not touch the world. It carried its silence with it, so you could feel the silence building up a pressure behind you all across town. Montag felt the pressure rising, and ran.

Il sentit son corps se scinder en deux, devenir chaleur et froidure, tendresse et dureté, tremblement et impassibilité, chaque moitié grinçant contre l'autre.

Right now I've got an awful feeling I want to smash and kill things.

There was going to be a war on Earth. He went out to peer into the sky. Yes, there it was.

Mildred had already anticipated this in a quavery voice.

Let us go into her room and strangle her," said one of the men. "No, that would not be right," said a woman. "Let us throw her from the window." Everyone laughed tiredly.

The typhoon had got on Jukes' nerves

Nothing is more painful than the shock of sharp contradictions that lacerate our intelligence and our feelings.

Mr Verloc felt the latent unfriendliness of all out of doors with a force approaching to positive bodily anguish.

For war there is always enough. It's peace that's expensive.

He made so many people uneasy. Everyone was always very friendly toward him, and no one was ever very nice; everyone spoke to him, and no one ever said anything.

He felt awkward because she was going to murder him.

Fortunately, just when things were blackest, the war broke out.

Oh, don't you worry about that," Yossarian comforted him with a toneless snicker as the engines of the jeeps and ambulance fractured the drowsy silence and the vehicles in the rear began driving away backward.

For war there is always enough. It's peace that's too expensive.

We were fractious and overpaid. Our mornings lacked promise. At least those of us who smoked had something to look forward to at ten-fifteen.

You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other until it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood -- blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

And so it became a household of silence as if in the aftermath of a violent detonation.

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