Quotes About Tension

The only thing that feels right is as wrong as it can get

She can be a nightmare, but this still feels better than any dream.

...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.

You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.

A tightness in my chest came out of nowhere. As I listened to Amanda reassure my brother, I wanted to pull her into my arms and cry. How damn crazy was that? This girl was making me a nutcase.

You're torn between wanting to be closer and wanting to push me away, " he said. "So I vote for closer. I'll always vote for closer.

Don't make me angry-kiss you

My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

The room was filled with a strange vibe of awkwardness that I was sure could only be dissolved by kissing him again or running away.

She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he'd given a lot of thought to the same thing."'Night, " she whispered."Night, " he whispered back.And yet neither of them moved.

Sometimes the people we love make us hate some other people we love.

He swallowed hard and looked deep into my eyes so intensely, I tried hard not to look away. I didn't want him to see how mildly scared of him I was. I touched the hand in his lap and he answered.

They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.

He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches his fingers a moment before they press into my lip.

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

Even silence tends to scream in a strained relationship.

Neal huffed. Frustrated. "I hate that you thought I wouldn't call--I hate that everything is so tentative between us right now. When did everything get so tentative?

When we got back to the house Logan grabbed his basketball, threw it really hard against the hallway wall, knocked the framed family photo to the floor-it didn't break, he didn't pick it up-and left with a couple of his friends. Thebes picked up the photo, hung it back on the wall, sighed heavily like she'd travelled to every corner of the world, on her knees, with a knife in her back and a boa constrictor wrapped around her chest, and then made us a couple of blueberry smoothies.

What's a little inferno in your bonnet.

Force people to live on top of one another like that," says Al Lovejoy as he describes the townships he knows intimately, "and you are bound to pick up social stress that expresses itself in violence. What I could never understand is why there wasn't more violence.

Tension of opposites.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.

I snicker, but the idea is momentarily appealing. Part of me is scared of leaving school. Part of me wants to go desperately. Tension of opposites.