Quotes About Tension

The burlap bag of worry. Cumbersome. Chunky. Unattractive. Scratchy. Hard to get a handle on. Irritating to carry and impossible to give away. No one wants your worries.

Harm to our necks, jaws, backs, and bowels. Anxiety can twist us into emotional pretzels. It can make our eyes twitch, blood pressure rise, heads ache, and armpits sweat.

It was a painful week, swung between doubt and hope. I knew that tension well. It is just the same before I begin to write a book or a poem. It is the tension of being on the brink of a major commitment, and not being quite sure whether one has it in one to carry it through - the stage where the impossible almost exactly balances the possible, and a thistledown may shift the scales one way or another.

The fierce tension in me, when it is properly channeled, creates the good tension for work. But when it becomes unbalanced I am destructive. How to isolate that good tension is my problem these days. Or, put in another way, how to turn the heat down fast enough so the soup won't boil over!

Excitement is a drug, and people whose lives are filled with violence are always wondering where the next fix is coming from

I left his room because, and only because, we had said all we could say. The unsaid words pushed roughly against the thoughts that we had no craft to verbalize, and crowded the room to uneasiness.

Lighting: a hundred Watts Detroit, Newark and New York Screeching nerves, exploding minds lives tied to a policeman's whistle a welfare worker's doorbell finger

You know what? Fuck you man. Cant believe you'd come in here like this, especially after all we had to say in the office today.

You have two seconds to tell me what the fuck you did to her, or I start carving you up into tiny pieces. And it won't be quick and it won't be painless. I'll make you bleed and suffer, but you won't die. You'll only wish you had," Skylar spat.

Steele was in typical form. What she wouldn't give to shake him up. Just once. She wondered if anything ever ruffled him. Caught him off guard. Or surprised him.

If you think my hard-on has nothing to do with you, then you're deluded." Her mouth gaped open as he pushed past her and stalked from the room. "Ooo-kay," she murmured. Not what she'd expected him to say at all.

Why?" she asked softly. "You don't even like me, Steele. You can barely stand to be in my presence." He pulled her back close, trapping her in his arms, his gaze boring into hers. "Why do you think that is, Maren? You're an intelligent woman. You saw the hard-on I had for you earlier. Put two and two together and I bet you'll find your answer." "You're attracted to me," she whispered.

Damn, but the man was sexy in a disdainful, you-annoy-me kind of way.

Julie, goddamn it!

She looked up to see all three of them looking at her. She put her spoon down, knowing she wasn't going to be able to eat until they got the elephant out of the room. What happened a year ago... shouldn't have happened, she said in a low voice

Chrysander set a plate piled high with food in front of her then settled into a seat across from her. She piddled with her fork and toyed with the food, pushing it around the plate as she avoided his gaze. He sighed, and she looked up to see him staring at her. His expression was somber, as though he was enduring the worst sort of hell. She nearly laughed at the absurdity. To her horror, she felt the prick of tears, and his face swam in her vision.

I'll put a bullet through my own brain. Let alone wait for stark to do it. Your sister will drive me to it, Howard. No offense.

Jake leaned on the horn, swearing loudly. Gina covered her eyes. Doc flung his arms around me, burying his face in my lap, and Dopey, to my great surprise, began to scream like a girl, very close to my ear....

You know it gets me hot when you're mad. What are you wearing right now under your stethoscope?' 'You're not funny.' 'Oh, come on. I'm a little funny.

he'd know that I think that . . . well, that bending an enemy's will through military force is the absolute last way a nation ought to go about solving their problems.

I hope you're not planning on kicking me," he said, not even bothering to look up from his book, "as hard as you did those doors." "I will," I said, "if the next words out of your mouth are Pierce, you just need to relax.

Cabrero, kayla said, narrowing her eyes at Alex. If you do that one more time, I will take this book from you and hit you with it till you're dead. Again.

Maybe this is how wars get started, because someone tells someone else to shut up, and then no one will apologize.

I wish I didn't have to do anything with her. Like, for REAL!" (Page 2)