Quotes About Tension

Imbalanced systems,whether internal or external, will tend to polarize.

Each day had the same bloody rhythm: mortars at dawn, car bombs by 11: 00 a.m., drive-by shootings before tea, and mortars again at dusk. At night the death squads went to work.

cacophony of typewriter keys being pounded and typewriter carriages returning, phones ringing, men yelling and coughing, electric fans here and there droning as they hacked the unbearable heat into intolerable hot tufts.

We live in bloodbath times... and looks like tonight is bath night.

His eyes rolled in their sockets like a panicked horse's.

I'd rather you didn't smoke in here.' 'Kawahara, I'd rather you died of an internal haemorrhage, but I don't suppose you'll oblige me.

Preferiría que no fumara aquí. - Kawahara, yo en cambio preferiría que usted se muriera de una hemorragia interna, pero no creo que vaya a hacerlo.

I felt a cold circle of metal touch the base of my skull. That's exactly what you think it is, a calm voice said. Yo do the wrong thing, and the cops are going to be picking bits of your cortical stack out of that wall for weeks.

She and Torres have history all over the place. Stuck together in the data like tissues on a lap dance cabin floor.

By far the most important psychological and political part of the Hayes compromise package, of course, was the withdrawal of all federal troops from the South. It was far better, said the new President, for the white man and the black man of the South to make their peace together than to live in constant tension under the surveillance of a federal garrison.

I am chewing my nails off to the elbow, like Noel Coward's lady.

The times we did, I would be hit by a sense of what I can only call pre-guilt: the expectation that she was going to say or do something that would make me feel properly guilty.

they continued under the same roof, with good days and bad weeks, swallowed rage, occasional outbursts and increasing social isolation. All this no longer made him feel interesting; instead, he felt a failure and an outcast.

The butterflies did a slow orbit in her stomach.

The duke was sitting silently in the corner, long legs casually outstretched, arms loosely crossed over him, surveying the room with ironic eyes. They lingered on her; he gave her the faintest of smiles. It was almost impossible to believe that this was the man who had said to her 'I want you naked beneath me.' Apart from the rush of blood to various places in her body when she thought it, she could almost imagine it hadn't happened at all.

sex always changed things between people, a bit the way an earthquake shifts a landscape.

Her heart was walloping away in her throat, and she was certain he could feel it, as his fingers lingered there. Nearly everything on her body that could stand erect was erect now, clamoring for his touch. The hair on the back of her neck, her arms. Her nipples. Are you afraid, Genevieve? No. You do enjoy saying my name. It has a lilt. I see. Her voice was faint. Because you should consider being a little afraid.

the kind of pounding in his skull that made him immediately wish he could twist it off his neck and hurl it out the window.

What brings you to Eversea House, Moncrieffe? Very polite the question, but strain pitched it nearly an octave higher than Ian's usual voice. His nostrils had flared; white lines made dents on either side of them. Opportunity, Moncrieffe said simply. And smiled the sort of smile that wolves do, when they have their prey neatly cornered.

You're taller than I am, but I'm stronger, and meaner right this minute than you could ever imagine - Lady Madelyne.

She started three wars the first week.

She started three wars in the first wee.

I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look. My state of suspension was such that the crevice between us grew deeper and deeper, and holding the broken glass together with my two hands, I barely preserved its form.

Inima o luase razna! S?lta ca un iepure speriat, ca ÅŸi cum n-ar fi putut s? stea în culcuÅŸul ei. P?rea gata s? se furiÅŸeze oriunde - în gur?, în urechi sau chiar în intestine.