Quotes About Tension

I always thought he looked like a postal worker who's about one write-up away from losing it completely." "Personally

I didn't even do anything." "You did ask her if she killed Petrov. I think your exact words were, 'You whacked him, didn't you? You sadistic bitch.'" "Sadistic heifer. And it was just a question.

Hold on," she murmured, and he briefly wondered if she ever used that particular tone of voice in bed. Mitch snorted, trying to stop where his thoughts were headed—again. "Yeah, yeah. Show me what ya got, sweet—Mother of God Almighty!

You might want to hold tight to the arms of the chair." That was the last warning he offered before he bent his head…

Every story must have such a terrible moment, or it wouldn't be interesting.

No," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I thought we might create some sparks together. But now I know nothing we do will ever rival the passionate embrace between a hunting rope and a snake.

He took a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her chignon between his fingers. The gesture shocked her, not because his self-control seemed to have snapped, but the exact opposite - it felt like a deliberate choice on his part.

It was a few minutes before Helena could stop panting. She dared not read any further, or she'd crash through the connecting door and ravish Hastings—and she was far from sure how she felt about him. -- As she was reading the manuscript of The Bride of Larkspear

Her silence wasn't simply distracted; there was something unnerving about it. He felt as if he stood on the prow of a ship, watching the captain scan the horizon for signs of impending disaster only the latter could recognize.

I don't know about you, but I always need a stiff drink after a visit with your parents

Because I've never been wanted so much by a woman who dislikes me so. And I would like to experience that fully.

Professional life requires that one live with the tension of using technology and remembering to distrust it.

There was something, a driving destructive thing in life, in all relationships between people.

Angry men with pointy things sent to secure a foreign city are pretty much alike anywhere. That's what I've heard. So far nothing's convinced me different.

Right! I mean wrong!" Kylie was getting exasperated

Their first kiss had been a mix of fury and frustrated passion. This one wouldn't be like that. He'd kiss her the way he should have kissed her to begin with.

He grabbed my head between his hands, staring at me wild-eyed. "Damn you," he muttered. "Damn you for making me feel.

we will need to release terrorists," I wrote one night during the coming drama, "Israel will look like a rag, and even worse, she will be one.

It's nervous work. The state you need to write in is the state that others are paying large sums of money to get rid of.

Gillie caught Delilah's hand before it struck, and held it firmly in his own. He stared at her for a long time, but said nothing. Then at last he spoke softly, "Don't you hurt her. Not ever. If you ever hurt her I will come back and witch you, old trollop, and you will wish you had never been born." His words were so soft, so measured, and so filled with meaning that a shiver went through the room.

In a book I am reading the author talks about word people versus fist people. As if words could not also be fists. Aren't often fists.

War is the remedy for peace.

turned and cupped Dash's face. He almost never kissed men, especially ones he'd hired, but this time he wanted to. "Do you kiss?" Dash smiled. "I love to, but I'd figured you for the type who didn't." "I don't," Thorne said and kissed him.

Anyway, it's liberating when you get to a point in a poem where you can legitimately deviate from the form, and I like the tension that can exist between expectation and execution. Like there's something a little more idiosyncratic or individual going on.