Quotes About Tension

Haydée addressed her with a heartrending expression on her face: 'How do you expect him to understand me, my sister? He is my master, and I his slave. He has the right to see nothing.' The count shuddered at the tone of this voice, which awoke the deepest fibres of his being.

Then two dark figures appeared. One of them, tall, majestic, stern, sat down near the table on which Van Baerle had placed the taper.

Non sapete - disse Porthos - che torcere il collo a quella dannata Milady sarebbe un peccato meno grave che torcerlo a quei poveri diavoli di ugonotti, che non hanno commesso altro delitto che quello di cantare in francese salmi che noi cantiamo in latino?».

A fight with a child is always a losing fight: he can never be beaten or won to cooperation by fighting. In these struggles the weakest always carries the day. Something is demanded of him which he refuses to give; something which can never be gained by such means. An incalculable amount of tension and useless effort would be spared in this world if we realized that cooperation and love can never be won by force.

I'm frightened of my own movies.

She wishes she had time to run around the block once or twice; maybe then she wouldn't feel as if she were about to burn up or shatter.

What is made of water and fire -- for isn't that what a man whose nature opposes his responsibilities can be said to be? Does one quench the other, or do they combine to ignite the depths of the soul?

tremor of nerves there, an affected nonchalance, a hurry to get through and a reluctance to let go.

There's no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war.

Hold still, my father would say, while I held the ship in the bottle and he burned away the strings he'd raised the mast with and set the clipper ship free on its blue putty sea. And I would wait for him, recognizing the tension of that moment when the world in the bottle depended, solely, on me.

The news always sound crazy. People fussing and fighting and pointing fingers at other people, and never even looking for no peace.

Wherever there's a man, there's trouble.

It is the worst of times. It is the best of times. Try as I might I cannot find a more appropriate opening for this volume: it helps tremendously that these words have been spoken before and, thanks to Charles Dickens, written at the beginning of A Tale of Two Cities.

relaxation is like drinking bourbon to get sober.

Shit, Violence, bullets in the brain Unavailing. We're in too deep to pull out. Waiting for an orgasm, Mr. Baldwin? Yes, waiting for an orgasm that's all.

Seriously, Macey snapped. go. Kiss. A baby can you believe her? Preston asked, coking his head towards macey. everytime she sees me, all she does is call me baby and talk about kissing. Macey looked like she wanted to kill him. But I kind of wanted to laugh.

Can I see you outside for a second? Kat glared at Hale, then walked to the patio doors and out onto the veranda. As Hale closed the door behind him, Kat heard Angus say, Ooh, Mom and Dad are going to fight now.

Each morning the light came through the slats of the shutters in ripples, and as it washed towards the inhabitants of the Casa Luna it smoothed away memories of the past, It was for this that they had endured long hours in the grey English winter or freezing American climes, for this that they had worked and planned and worked extra hours/ The horrible feelings of stress, tension, anger and frustration that coursed through their veins every day almost unnoticed began to fade.

Peace: A period of cheating between two periods of fighting.

War: A by-product of the arts of peace.

GUNPOWDER, n. An agency employed by civilized nations for the settlement of disputes which might become troublesome if left unadjusted. By most writers the invention of gunpowder is ascribed to the Chinese, but not upon very convincing evidence. Milton says it was invented by the devil to dispel angels with, and this opinion seems to derive some support from the scarcity of angels.

PROJECTILE, n. The final arbiter in international disputes. Formerly these disputes were settled by physical contact of the disputants, with such simple arguments as the rudimentary logic of the times could supply—the sword, the spear, and so forth. With the growth of prudence in military affairs the projectile came more and more into favor, and is now held in high esteem by the most courageous. Its capital defect is that it requires personal attendance at the point of propulsion.

The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that endures. Not love, but a memory of love.

Well, he's scraping up what there is. Reckon we'll need every ready hand when it comes to a battle. Yours too, maybe.' 'Oh, you'll have to hold me back!' Calder slapped the hilt of his sword. 'Can't wait to get started!' 'You ever even drawn the fucking thing?' sneered Tenways, stretching his neck out to spit again. 'Just the once. I had to trim your daughter's hairy cunt before I could get at it.