Quotes About Tension

Every tragedy consists in tying and untying of a knot.

Les révolutions enracinent les bruits populaires et les haines. Le premier coup de fusil tiré, rien ne s'explique ; les passions s'exaltent et, ne pouvant s'entendre, on se tue.

The Chairman glared across three hundred and eighty thousand kilometers of space at Conrad Taylor, who reluctantly subsided, like a volcano biding its time.

Max was nervous long before Dr. Blue started to open what Max called the "bug jar.

Every day is kill-the-Americans day here.

You're too late. She's my wife. No, she's your widow. His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of Woodley's waistcoat. He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back, his hideous red face turning suddenly to a dreadful mottled pallor.

A slow and heavy step, which had been heard upon the stairs and in the passage, paused immediately outside the door. Then there was a loud and authoritative tap.

He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.

How shall I ever forget that dreadful vigil? I could not hear a sound, not even the drawing of a breath, and yet I knew that my companion sat open-eyed, within a few feet of me, in the same state of nervous tension in which I was myself. The shutters cut off the least ray of light, and we waited in absolute darkness.

We can accommodate Mr. Delgado as well. (LaCrosse) 'He'd agreed with polite grace, but he wasn't particularly happy. Someone had him by the short hairs and was braiding them.' (Carlos)

I disliked having a fork pointed at me and I disliked the sound of the voice never stopping; I wished he would put food on the fork and put it into his mouth and strangle himself.

When they were silent for a moment the quiet weight of the house pressed down from all around them.

An odd thought crossed her mind: she would pick up the heavy glass ashtray and smash her husband over the head with it.

Constance sighed, and tapped her fingers irritably and almost noiselessly on the stair rail. I wish she'd hurry, she said into my ear, my soup is going to boil over.

She is hysterical," said Mrs. Halloran. "Slap her quite firmly in the face.

First she laughed, then she bawled me out and started crying. This was followed by an attack of hysteria with all the trimmings. What a conflict.

We had a good scare in our town when they broke out, because we were afraid pogroms would come next.

Uncertainty is as good a way as any to kill a story.

The clapping got louder. Sweat ran down my ribs from my armpits. This was a lot scarier than going into sudden-death overtime in a crowded arena.

La vie psychique est un champ de bataille et une arène où luttent des tendances opposées

felicidad, surge de la satisfacción, casi siempre instantánea, de necesidades acumuladas que han alcanzado elevada tensión, y de acuerdo con esta índole sólo puede darse como fenómeno episódico.

They who have loved one another with the fieriest desire come in the end to be as two vipers biting each other's tails.

It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

What a relief! It is so tiring to hate someone you love.