Quotes About Tension

Creator: A comedian whose audience is afraid to laugh.

I write in order to attain that feeling of tension relieved and function achieved, which a cow enjoys on giving milk.

These little debates are known as "flamewars.

Possibly Gilman ought not to have studied so hard. Non-Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of the Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension.

Hey, Bode, you want to not shine that thing in my face.. (Lovecraft 117). This quote was said by Kinsey after seeing a flash light hit in her eyes. This was before she realize that it was actually Sam who was pointing the light at her. After that immediately, she was hit in the face by Sam. This happened near the end of the book when Sam was breaking into the house and trying to steal the keys from the Lockes.

Boys, here's where I cash in my chips.[House judiciary committee chairman Hatton Summers(D) to Vice President John Nance Garner about Franklin D. Roosevelt's plan to 'pack the court'.]

Suddenly I shouted into the night air. 'Yes, yes, yes, it is true! And now the world had some tension in it; now it twanged and vibrated with meaning and possibility! 'Yes, yes, fucking yes!

An hour before his world exploded like a ripe tomato under a stiletto heel, Myron bit into a fresh pastry that tasted suspiciously like urinal cake.

They say you never know how someone will react when the grenade is thrown.

I turned to Otto. "Why the hell did you hit him like that?" Otto looked back at me with eyes that sent a chill straight through my heart. They were lifeless eyes, not the slightest hint of light behind them. It was as though I were looking into the eyes of an inanimate object—the eyes of an end table, maybe, or a cardboard box. From

Family and money is never a good mix. Someone is always going to feel resentful.

The room did not go quiet like something out of an old Western where the sheriff pushes open the creaking door and sashays into the saloon. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe the door needed to creak.

A door behind the desk opened, and a short, wiry man entered. His short-sleeved dress shirt was shiny and unbuttoned down to the navel, revealing a host of gold chains and, uh, bling. His arms were knotted, ropy muscle. Have you ever seen someone who gave you the chills just by entering a room? This guy had that. Even the big bouncer, who had to be a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than the short guy, took half a step back. A hush fell over us. The

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She stopped as though out of breath. She hugged her knees to her chest and turned away. Myron looked at Win. Win kept still. The silence pressed against the windows and doors. Win

The brothers frowned and strolled toward him. One cracked his neck as he strutted. The other opened and closed fists. Matt felt his blood hum.

Win nodded. "Open the glove compartment. Arm yourself like a paranoid despot. This may get ugly." Myron

The big man could no longer breathe. One of the other men started to rise. Win leveled his gun at the man's head. "Important note," Win said. "I'm not big on warning shots." The

I'm not going to stop digging," Myron said. Wickner adjusted his cap again and began to walk away. "Then more people are going to die." There was no threat in his tone, just the stilted, pained timber of inevitability.

They headed out the front door. Myron kept his eyes on the For Sale sign as though it might suddenly brandish a gun.

Coach Bobby put his finger in my face. I debated biting it off—that always gets a man's attention. "You're a dead man, Bolitar. You hear me? A dead man." "A deaf man?" I said. "A dead man." "Oh, good, because if I were a deaf man, I wouldn't be able to hear you. Come to think of it, if I were a dead man, I wouldn't be able to either." The

Myron looked toward Erin. Erin had her eyes down. The room went quiet. He waited. She eventually looked up. She looked scared and small and young. He wanted to take her in his arms, but man, would that ever be the wrong move. "No," Myron said softly, still holding Erin's gaze. "Not even close to the worst.

Aqua?" He stopped mid-stride and spun toward her. His eyes were wide and just past the northern border of sanity. She had seen him talk to himself before, had witnessed a few of his paces and tantrums, but she had never seen him look so . . . was it agitated? No. It seemed more than that. It seemed pained. "Why?

The man headed to a steel door. It buzzed. The man opened it and went inside. It took about five minutes. A bald guy with spectacles entered the room. He was nervous. Big Cyndi started giving him the eye. She licked her lips. She cupped what might have been her breasts. Myron shook his head, afraid she'd drop to her knees and pantomime lord-knew-what when the door mercifully opened. The man with the sunglasses poked his head out.