Quotes About Tension

We are one long frightening climax.

Something bad was going to happen. My wife was being clever again

You fucking bitch you fucking bitch you fucking bitch. Come home so I can kill you.

He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw jutting out, giving him the look of a wounded, vengeful boxer, grinding his teeth so loud you could hear it across the room.

I know I am going to be angry – that quick inhale, the lips going tight, the shoulders up, the I so don't want to be mad but I'm going to be feeling.

stomach didn't hurt the way it did with my wife—the constant dread of returning to my own home, where I wasn't welcome.

My nerves were still singing from the morning.

Betsy's arm shot out, and my cheek suddenly stung. "What the hell?" I said, trying to figure out what had happened. A cherry-red jellybean was in my lap. I held it up. "Every time you tense up, every time you turn that handsome face into an undertaker's mask, I am going to hit you with a jellybean," Betsy explained, as if the whole thing were quite reasonable.

I got secretly furious, spent ten minutes just winding myself up—because at this point of our marriage, I was so used to being angry with her, it felt almost enjoyable, like gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesn't really feel as good as you think, but you can't quit grinding away.

The world is black and then, showtime!

Yet most of the time that I'm awake, I want to cut. Not small words either. Equivocate. Inarticulate. Duplicitous. At my hospital back in Illinois they would not approve of this craving.

Right, Annabelle," Jackie said. "I'm sure if Joya were alive today, they'd have a grand old time. At least Joya would. She'd just love to tear at Camille. Remember those long, long nails of hers? Never painted them. I always thought that was weird.

She followed obligingly, and I kept waiting for those knicks at my heels.

streaking out

Amy was absolutely beautiful. I hated her. I was afraid of her.

It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue.

But here's the thing I want to be clear on: I knew what I was doing, I was punching every button on him. I was watching him coil tighter and tighter—I wanted him to finally say something, do something. Even if it's bad, even if it's the worst, do something, Nick. Don't leave me here like a ghost.

Jackie, shut up," Annabelle said, and threw a roll, hard, at Jackie's face. It bounced off her nose and thumped onto the table.

I don't even want to ask," he said. "You two are the most fucked-up people I have ever met, and I specialize in fucked-up people.

Teeth chattering and my heartbeat thumping behind my eyeballs.

The price of order," I muttered. I tried to run the dog off. It wouldn't budge. "The cost of chaos," Tom-Tom countered. Thump on his drum. "Not quite the same thing, Croaker.

Wars are being fought every day, even where armies are not on the march. And wars within wars. And wars behind wars.

Just because you've got anger management problems doesn't mean there isn't plenty to be ticked off about.

It's a pleasure to see you again, Doctor, Nellie said sweetly. It would be an even greater pleasure to take a baseball bat to your lousy head.