Quotes About Tension

The world may end up under a Sword of Damocles on a tightrope over the abyss.

I love Hitchcock's films because even though you knew who did it right at the beginning, he still kept the audience engaged till the last frame.

There's a basic kind of tension here. It's between those who say, I'd like to clear cut this forest and reduce it to saw timber because that's an economically productive thing for me to do.

I'm proud of what I've done in Jordan, but the region itself is sitting on a time bomb.

Diplomacy is essential if we are to find peaceful resolutions in times of tension.

This race is hotter than a Times Square Rolex.

When you're tense and you're forcing the issue, you kind of cloud your vision, so I think just being confident and super relaxed, waiting for my timing, has really helped me.

I've never actually been a fighter myself - fighting tires me out and I'm not an efficient fighter anyway - but I have certainly seen other people have great complicated goes at one another.

And if there was one title that could be applied to all my films, it would be 'Civil War' - not civil war in the way we know it, but the daily war that goes on between us all.

In the '70s, you didn't know who was going to survive in a disaster film.

I didn't want to go completely on my toes for our first kiss.

I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.

I'm a serious-minded and intense little devil, terribly gauche and so tense I don't see how people stay in the same room with me. I know I wouldn't tolerate myself.

Pakistan will never be able to match the Indian militarily, and the effort to do so is taking an immense toll on the society.

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you've won, you still end up with muddy knees and burns on your hands? Is there a word for that? I wish there was.

Will you calm down for a minute, you psycho chicken, and tell me what the hell is going on?

My nerves still raw from the confronation with Astyanax, I was burningly aware of Mildmay's beauty, his bones, his grace, the walls and shadows in his eyes. Burningly aware that he was my brother and, more than that, he did not want me.

Mildmay's anger was like a third person sitting between us-which was all the more unfortunate as there was barely room for two.

They did not care that this serene harmony was built on blood and death and pain.

I knew that look, that very slight hitch in his eyebrow that said he knew I was going to do what I wanted anyway, and he wasn't going to waste his breath on me. I did not care for that look, but it was better than another quarrel.

Annihilation is a bad strategy, it gives the other nothing to lose.

Kris was in black running shorts and a tight gray T-shirt constructed from some sort of magical material that clung to his muscles and triggered a gush of epinephrine while her amygdala attempted to reconcile two conflicting signals from her prefrontal cortex: attraction and revenge. "All

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other.