Quotes About Tension

How about y'all take a seat now, and let's get right to business,' Muffy says as she tucks her cream-colored skirt beneath her in a ladylike manner. We all do as she suggested and take a seat, with the exception of Special Agent Lancaster, who declares he'd prefer to stand. I suppose if he sat down, the stick up his butt would lodge so deeply into his brain that he would instantly expire, and then we'd have another corpse on our hands, so it's just as well.

That's them," Gavin whispers. He grabs his reloader. "The pansies.

I would very much like to strangle someone. Why don't you go away until I decide it isn't you?

These people make my family look easy to get along with.

The prison keeper choose an inopportune time to look around the doorway into the cell. He and the king locked gazes, and the king's eyes narrowed while the prison keeper's widened.

The Attolian king obviously had a deep well of spite and I would've appreciated his low cunning more if I hadn't thought the Attolian was about to wring my neck.

But for Jack, the sight of Schuyler Van Alen had only served to ignite a feeling he had been repressing for months.

Nat didn't know what to make of Ryan Wesson-whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely

Captain Hook lowered his hand as Smee fired the starting pistol. The race was on!

I am sincerely sorry, Ned said. There's a delicate matter we need to speak to you about. The blood went out of Straun's face. Who's dead now? Not that matter.

The tension between the vision and reality creates energy. This energy drives personal growth.

the only weapon I bring to a conversation is a knife. A gun means the talking is over.

If you even suggest to my crew that you've threatened your way aboard my lady, I'll rip out your spine. That's unbearably arousing.

If he didn't get out of here - right now - Harrier was either going to break into hysterical laughter or strangle somebody.

Harrier] locked eyes with Zanattar. He couldn't remember another time in his life when he'd been this angry and hadn't hit something.

If something doesn't break soon, I'm going to look like a Brillo pad made of nerve endings.

He knew that he was caught up in one of those stretches of time when for anything to happen normally would be abnormal. The dawn was too tense and highly charged for any common happening to survive.

As the figure moved before him he followed the muscles as they wove beneath the skin. he was not only fighting with an assailant who was awaiting for that split second in which to strike him dead, but he was stabbing at a masterpiece -- at sculpture that leapt and heaved, at a marvel of inky shadow and silver light. A great wave of nausea surged through him and his knife felt putrid in his hand. His body went on fighting

kept glancing uneasily

If Grant hadn't been hanging on he would have been flung across the bridge again.

People are pushing, chesting up, there's much half-assed shoving and garbled smack talk about who dissed who and who crossed whose line and of course everybody's gotta have their boy's back. A melee, you'd call it. A fracas. Not quite a throw-down brawl right here on the sacred turf of Texas Stadium.

It's been hard times in America—how did we get this way? So scared all the time

Next thing she knows she's lying flat on her back and three grizzled Mexicans are standing over her, trying

Maybe this was the quiet before the real fucking quiet.