Quotes About Tension

ozurie feeling torn between the life you want and the life you have.

A clear look back on the Cold War's battlegrounds, along with a sense of relief that the world survived forty-five years of confrontation, evokes feelings of humility and regret.

Petunia only ever went to the doctor reluctantly, and her motive in doing so was always the same: she did it in order to feel less anxious about things. The doctor was supposed to make the worry go away; she did quite enough worrying without actually having something to worry about. When she came out feeling no less anxious, as this time, something had gone wrong. The basic contract had been broken.

During the Cold War, we lived in coded times when it wasn't easy and there were shades of grey and ambiguity.

I worked for MI6 in the Sixties, during the great witch-hunts, when the shared paranoia of the Cold War gripped the services.

But I think the real tension lies in the relationship between what you might call the pursuer and his quarry, whether it's the writer or the spy.

Baseball happens to be a game of cumulative tension but football, basketball and hockey are played with hand grenades and machine guns.

To leave the everpresent tension of Great Meadow was like shedding stiff, formal clothes or kicking off pinching shoes.

When men of intense reality, as all great poets must be, give their hearts to be trodden on & tied up with ribbons in turn, by men of masks, there will be torture if here is not desecration.

Bill blinked tears from his eyes, then fastened his gaze on me. "Bitch," he snarled—why they never think of anything cleverer I'll never know.

a friend told me that in a good marriage, nobody wins." Matthew frowned, nibbling his thumbnail, noticing she'd sidestepped his question about the wards quite neatly. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean." "A marriage is a state of dynamic tension. It works as long as nobody gets the upper hand and keeps it." She

It was perfectly possible to love someone objectly when you could barely stand to be in the room with them. Of all the mysteries of life, Sebastien thought, that one might be the greatest.

At least he's laughing. It sounds as if he might strangle on it, but he's laughing. So help me God.

Abby Irene ran both hands through her hair, strands pulling between the fingers, the insides of her wrist pale as skimmed milk and veined with blue.

Baines jerked his hands as if tugging reins; the web of light around Will tightened. Will staggered woodenly like jagged marionette.

Wrath held him silent long enough for the corner of Morgan's mouth to twitch with discomfort.

Kit drew breath in an agony of anticipation, felt Mehiel's surrender in the coldness of his brands.

They were alone in the corridor, though the wail of the siren and the thump of emergency lights on her retinas made her shudder with adrenaline.

Kit stepped close enough for Oxford to feel the heat of his breath, Will imagined, the naked blade angled between them as if laid down the center of a bed.

He stank of something bitter and sharp. His thumb moved across the scar on Cathoair's cheek, a sickening caress, and Cahey somehow got his hands up on Mingan's shoulders, and shoved. Mingan kneed him in the solar plexus, so if not for the Wolf's grip on his neck, Cathoair would have gone to the ground.

Once they get you to laugh the fight is over, because no matter how mad you are, nobody takes you seriously when you're trying to dress them down while giggling.

The whole world is a weapon.

The Earl pressed his lips together and considered long enough that faintness made Will light-headed. And his words sent Will's stomach plunging hopelessly.

It took me a moment to identify the terrible bubbling sound coming over my com as Farweather laughing at me between swallows of blood. I resisted the urge to smash her fucking helmet in, but only barely.