Quotes About Tension

Muire's cheeks stung. She didn't want to think of them, or Mingan's obscene pleasure in finally having Strijbjorn under orders and biddable. Nor did she wish to think that the Grey Wolf had gone from hanging his deadly embrace over her, to having his way with this candle-flicker.

Much as she despised the man, she had to admit to a certain agreeable shiver when his lips brushed her glove.

Rien drew back among the other upstairs maids, twisting the polishing cloth between her hands, but started when Head's hand fell upon her.

We've walked into a lover's quarrel, gentlemen.

Conflict is the essence of drama.

He turned to face Murchaud, and bit his lip on the smile he wanted to taste.

Kit hid his flinch as Will's gloved fingers tightened on his arm.

The ballads were a true history of Faerie and a false one. They were true because all stories are true, and false because all stories have echoes and interplay and Faerie was the result of the tension between those two. The pattern of a tapestry was not the substance of the strands.

Hush, puss," Baines said in a low tone that nevertheless carried. "Or I'll yet see thee in that bride thou dost hate.

He didn't look at Baines, even as Baines leaned close enough to him that Kit felt his breath hot on his skin.

Mallory reached across Perceval's lap and stroked Rien's sweat-cold cheek. This touch, Rien did not flinch from. Perceval swallowed, an acrid pain of jealousy.

I was losing this round, and I neded to disengage without seming like I was running away.

It is a wary business, walking about a strange house you know you are to know well. Only cats and dogs with their more expressive bodies enact the tension we share with them at such times. The you inside gathers up defensively; something is stealing upon you every moment; you will never be the same again.

You agonise me by being so agonised.

Yes," said Daphne, repressively.

Don't you see we're all full of horrible power, working against each other however much we may love?

The only constant in our marriage is the edge of the cliff we're hanging on to, killing time until we tire ourselves out and give in to our inevitable collapse.

She noticed real tension in Paul's jaw, his mandibles pulled back like

Right, I can't watch this shit." Kacey grunted as he got up. "It's one thing getting a hard-on over you, baby girl. The fact that Tyler happens to be in the picture…I'm freaking slightly.

Luca knows we're following him." His voice, soft and deep, seemed to roll right through to my bones. "We don't have time for you to shimmy up and down drainpipes like you usually do." My coat dropped in a heap on the floor, and I suddenly felt able to breathe without the hot, sticky weight of the leather clinging to me. Maybe we didn't have time to . . . . "Did you say shimmy?" He nodded. "I never shimmy. I climb." "Then you and I have different views on what climbing is.

My father looked like he was having a stroke— not that Mel seemed to notice because he just kept talking. "Patrick needs a ride. No car, you know, and so I figured, hey, I can pick up some gas money." He laughed. No one else did, and now Patrick looked like he was trying to push himself inside the door and hide.

Anxiety is the evil conjoined twin of rigidity.

You have family", Bob said. "You have a wife who hates you. Kids who are furious with you. A brother and sister who make you insane. And a nephew who used to be kind of a drip but apparently is not so much of a drip now. That's called family".

What I am trying to say is that for a few minutes I had what almost felt like a vision: that there was deep, deep unrest in the country and that the whisperings of a civil war seemed to move around me like a breeze I could not quite feel but could sense. We got our ice cream and we left, and I told William what I had felt and he said, "I know.