Quotes About Tension

Every single time it was grand. I loved the moment when you announce the stickup and everything suddenly goes brighter and sharper and the world seems to spin faster. You show them the gun and say hand it over and there's no telling what's going to happen in the next tick of the clock.

And you, Tommy" the boy said, lowering his voice. "You've got a lot of nerve coming here and asking me to leave with you. A lot of bloody nerve. The sight of you makes me sick

She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.

The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. "You're sweet. I really hope we don't end up killing you, at least.

This is spooky," Minho spoke quietly, "Alby hold my hand." "Dude chill.

You're going to shoot me? Old pal?

I pretty much hated you the last couple days. You should've seen yourself. Your skin, your veins… You hated me? He was thrilled she'd cared so much about him. She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?

It was such an odd thing to be fighting against something so violently and yet wanting it to happen so completely.

The anticipation of fighting was almost worse than the fear of it.

I've never been this scared before, dude. Not like this.

Teresa didn't stop. "Keep talking like that and you'll be next." Newt turned back to face them, but his face showed anything but fear.

Thomas's mouth dried up—he'd seen them face to face, remembered it all too well; he had to remind himself to breathe. The others in the room were still; no one made a sound. Fear seemed to hover in the air like a blizzard of black snow.

Choose right now or they both die!" Thomas opened his eyes and stepped forward. Then he pointed at Brenda and said the two most foul words to ever pass through his lips. "Kill her.

I'm a bloody Crank!

I hate you, Tommy!

Y luego se besaron. Algo exploto dentro de su pecho, haciéndolo olvidar la tensión, la confusión y el miedo, borrando el dolor de unos segundos antes. Por un momento sintió que ya nada le preocupaba. Que a partir de ese momento todo estaría bien.

Mark wants to scream, to tell her not to do it. But it's too late. The woman pulls the trigger. The boat drives on.

Los nervios previos a la batalla eran todavía peores que el miedo en sí.

Hold him still, dammit!" Hans shouted.

The room fell silent. Thomas has never seen Newt like this. So angry-- so unwilling to put a calm front, even.

partner—is standing there, holding her gun. Mark slouches down, waiting for the barrage of bullets. But instead, he notices the woman aim the weapon at herself, the muzzle propped against the bottom of her chin. Mark wants to scream, to tell her not to do it. But it's too late. The woman pulls the trigger. The boat drives on.

When they didn't answer, he couldn't help but take a peek. They were whispering to each other, stealing kisses between words. Something like burning oil filled his stomach.