Quotes About Tension

War is no picnic. Wars should be prevented, and if you can't prevent them, you have to put them off.

Wars have always started over religion.

Little wars start big wars.

I've covered a couple wars and a lot of breaking news and a lot of cops-and-robbers situations.

I was interested in the war part of 'Star Wars,' so I started reading about what it's like to go to war, what that does to you psychically, about the adrenaline and the rush.

Middle Eastern wars rarely end with outright victory and permanent stability, so the word 'settlement' may promise too much. At best, for many years, it may simply mean stable ceasefire lines, reduced bloodshed, fewer refugees, and less terrorism.

It doesn't take much insight to realize that wars have been getting worse every time - worse from the point of view of the civilian, more and more destructive, more and more total.

If there's Cold War, no 'Star Wars' in China.

There's peacetime and there's wartime, and you don't need polarization on wartime issues. You need polarization on all other issues.

You want to toe the line with tough investigations without falling into political grandstanding inherent in Washington on both sides of the aisle.

We would be going to war for peace.

I dared not let my eyes widen in horror or the guards would be on to me; to buy myself some time, I curtsied deeply, to a slow count of three. The prince, when I finally dared to look at him again, seemed amused. He gestured broadly. "You are finished here, one hopes?" "Yes, thank you," I said, managing to keep any tremor out of my voice. "If you wish to

Beth: YOU NEED BLOOD! Mick: NOT YOURS!

Joe wasn't saying anything, just sipping on his hot chocolate, watching me, like he was patiently waiting for the moment when I reached across the counter, wrapped my hands around Cynthia's throat, and strangled her.

What's been the most difficult aspect of living with us?" There was silence, but it was the kind where you can sense someone wants to speak but doesn't. Jason was so incredibly still, as though he was weighing consequences. "Not kissing you," he finally said, quietly.

He was staring at me intently. I'd just bared my soul. Why didn't he speak? What could he possibly be thinking? My nerves stretched taut. "Say something," I demanded. "There's nothing else to say," he said in that quiet way he had. Then he lowered his head and kissed me.

Floyd and Lloyd, his uncles by marriage, never spoke to each other. They were men of zero words to anyone, ever. They were men who lay watching TV, making women and children feel skittish and in trouble for existing.

You planning top kill me with a Wiffle bat?" [Carson asked] "Yeah." "Why?" he asked. The bat was shaking in my tight grip. "Because I don't have my Minnie Mouse pillow.

I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat. "Ow!" he screamed. Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me." "Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson." He frowned, massaging his hand, the big baby. "I just wanted to end this nicely." "Yeah?" I cocked the bat up to hit him again. "Well, this time you don't get what you want.

The moment the door opened I knew an ass-kicking was inevitable. Whether I'd be giving it or receiving it was still a bit of a mystery.

I'm going to kill you." "Could you kiss me first?" Reese murmured, extending her good hand. Tory moved between Reese's parted legs, resting her palm on Reese's thigh for support. "Hmm, I suppose." "Then I'll go happy.

Prison is like high school with knives.

And on the other hand, we see that the Israeli government is attacking that part of the Palestinian leader.

More often than not, a report that a cow was about to be slaughtered, or that a religious procession carrying Hindu idols was interfering with mosque prayers, set off stone-throwing or worse.