Quotes About Tension

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

What did she want? Frances couldn't tell. She wasn't sure she cared any more. There had been too much dancing back and forth. The night had been over-stretched: it had lost its tension.

When she spoke at last, I knew at once that she was rather drunk. "Seen something you fancy, Nancy?..." she said. I swallowed, unsure of what reply to make to her. She walked closer, then stopped a few paces from me, and continued to fix me with the same even, arrogant gaze.

The people had fallen silent at the striking of the clock, the coming of the chaplain; now I heard them all start up with hisses and with hoots— that, I knew, was for the hangman. I heard the very spreading of the sound about the crowd, like oil on water.

The Barbers had said they would arrive by three. It was like waiting to begin

But she was used to that by now, used to this kind of waiting, that was slack as worn elastic yet had the tautness of wire.

We rush to escape what makes us anxious, which makes us anxious, and so we rush some more.

Bullets sound like hornets when they pass too close to your head. After a while, the world closes down. You can't hear much, you can't see much, just the way ahead, the next slat, the next open gate. All you know is running; the only place that's real is away.

Peace can happen in 24 hours....just like war can happen in 24 hours.

I think sometimes she lies in bed at night and plots ways to make my life suck. There can be no other explanation.

How is dear Charlotte?' Celia asked sweetly, then launched into an account of how they'd been having their usual 'Fucking shut up', 'No, you fucking shut up', row a couple of evenings ago, when Yuri had opened the front door of their flat to scream up the stairs, 'Why don't both of you fucking shut up?

Veronique and Dylan having the mother of all arguments. I mean, it had a plot and a subplot and several walk-on parts....

Neve: 'Have I told you how much I hate you lately?' Celia: 'All the time and right back at you.

My mind now has a celebration party and a funeral going on in the same room.

Where are you off to in such a hurry?" His stunning green eyes bore through me. "A corpse convention?" Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous. "What are you running away from?" I retorted. "Your mirror?

Something was stretched to the point of irreparable damage, and I wanted to bounce on it until it broke.

He found Frank Wisner much harder to read. "He was extremely polite, and obviously very intelligent, but there was a kind of tension, a nervousness, about him. And he was a Southerner, of course. I hadn't really been around many Southerners at that point, so it was hard for me to square his energy level, his dynamism, with this soft accent, this gracious quality of his.

there was just one person in the world who knew the full details of both the McMahon-Hussein Correspondence and the emerging Sykes-Picot compact, and who might have grasped the extent to which Arab, French, and British goals in the region had now been set on a collision course: Mark Sykes.

I want to hug you. And I want to tear your gods-damned head off. Both at once." "Ah," said Locke. "Near as I can tell, that's the definition of 'family' right there.

I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning

Butterflies instantly came to life in his stomach, and the little bastards were heavily armed.

Belay this. We don't have to decide anything now. Just...think on what I said. I didn't bring you in here for negotiations." "What did you bring me here for?" "Noise," she whispered, starting to pull his tunic off. "Lots and lots of noise.

Madam, you're complicating our night, so before we come in and complicate yours, kindly cork your bullshit bottle and close the gods-damned window!

So now we've got Requin thinking that Stragos is out to get him. I've never helped precipitate a civil war before. This should be fun.