Quotes About Tension

In Warsaw in 1977 he made an unscheduled and highly symbolic visit to the head of Poland's Catholic Church, Cardinal Stefan Wyszynski, and advised Edward Gierek, the first secretary of the Polish Communist Party, to speak more often with the cardinal. "It's never too late" to become a believer, he told Gierek, skillfully exploiting the tension between Gierek's ancestral Catholicism and the atheism of Communist doctrine.

In an essay for the Saturday Review, a magazine that appealed to economically comfortable, upper-middlebrow readers, King wrote: "The flames of Watts illuminated more than the western sky; they cast light on the imperfections in the civil rights movement and the tragic shallowness of white racial policy in the explosive ghettos.

This was my first hint that morality often involves tension within the group linked to competition between different groups.

Morality often involves tension within the group motivated by competition between different groups.

The slab rocked hard, stopped, then began rotating, very slowly. Barely making a full arc before continuing until it was perpendicular with the floor. It came to a halt, shaking the floor. I tried to move it; locked into place. Rectangular opening, four feet by two. Dark, but

Zeigarnik. She was a Russian psychologist who discovered that people develop tension for unfinished business. They named it after her. The Zeigarnik effect. Like most overachievers I've got a big one.

Milo mugged for the camera again, turned and faced Frisk, drew back his arm and hit Frisk, hard, in the face.

booth. The other two women face them.

attacked the glass. A cracking sound made me jump back. The pane was intact, but I could swear I heard the glass hum. Robin behind me now. I tried again, and once more the monster lunged. Kept lunging.

I'm tightly wound. I'm a loose cannon. Both - I'm a tightly wound loose cannon, a tight loose.

When Chong made to sit down next to her, Lilah drew her knife and stabbed the point into the earth between them. "I can see that you need some quiet time," he said and scuttled quickly away.

I took a very careful hold of the metal door handle. No shocks and nothing exploded. I pulled gently and the door yielded, but I stayed on the balls of my feet. If I felt the tension of a wire or heard a click, I was going to set a new land speed record for a scared white guy in a hazmat suit.

Nerves were on hair triggers, and if my virgin aunt had stepped out from behind those crates with a puppy in one hand and a baby in the other my guys would have capped her.

Then this other guy, the thirteenth guy, comes crashing right into me. Even with all that was going on I thought, Drug addict. He was pale and sweaty, stank like raw sewage, and had a glazed bug-eyed stare. Sick bastard even tried to bite me, but

There was a lot of animosity on the County side, a lot of jealously.

But the colonel said and did nothing as the seconds splintered off the clock and fell like debris on the floor.

That's called terror. Its confusion and a little paranoia and a nice big dose of panic.

the compactor scene from the 1977 Star Wars movie.

Baine lunged, grabbing hold of the guy's arm. Baine lunged, grabbing hold of the guy's arm, but the guy fired, once, twice, and Baine fell. But the gun fell too, just enough time for me to fire, and I did, again and again, until the gun was out of bullets.

Okay, maybe I'd been a little ratty, but there's something about rotting corpses leaping at my face that puts me a bit on edge.

There's nothing like imminent disaster for putting an end to bickering

I wanted to wake you straightaway, but I knew I had to wait several hours to ensure you were safely recovered." "What! How long has it been?" "Five minutes. I got bored.

War! that mad game the world so loves to play.

What do you mean by that, Paul?" We are ending our sentences with names, which is the equivalent of fighters circling, looking to throw the first punch.