Quotes About Tension

One-run games can go either way, and most of the time they do.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

Any time you put too many sparks around a powder keg, the thing is going to explode, and if the things that explodes is still inside the house, then the house will be destroyed.

For the first time, I was the center of attention. Everyone watched me as if I were a bomb. Would I explode and cause a disaster or would I pop and cause a miracle?

You'll pay," she said stonily. "You won't be like this by this time tomorrow." "Bored and pissed off? God, I hope not.

The prison keeper choose an inopportune time to look around the doorway into the cell. He and the king locked gazes, and the king's eyes narrowed while the prison keeper's widened.

The Uruguayans are losing no time in making a meal around the referee.

We still have time to negotiate, we still have time for diplomacy, because there are still a number of issues that have not been clarified, that created a lack of confidence.

It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself: 'All right, then, I'll go to hell'- and tore it up.

there was a light behind him. He got up and stretched his neck out about a minute, listening. Then he says: Who dah? He listened some more; then he come tiptoeing down and stood right between us; we could a touched him, nearly.

looking into the muzzle of Slade's pistol. "And the next instant," added my informant, impressively, "he was one of the deadest men that ever lived.

explosive and was expected to blow him up and

we slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name—for it was a sleep set with a hair-trigger.

I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

Since when did you bring a gun? Navidson asks, crouching near the door. Are you kidding me? This place is scary .

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.

rocking back and forth between wishful thinking and some private agony until the bar breaks.

Oh, come on, Arthur. I don't want to hear it, Andy. Jesus Christ He doesn't want to hear it, either.

I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes? You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

The conversation of bullets.

Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace.

Her nerves licked her palms.

Under the ground, in Munich, Germany, two people stood and spoke in a basement. It sounds like the beginning of a joke: 'There's a Jew and a German standing in a basement, right?...' This, however, was no joke.