Quotes About Tension

He was terrifying, and I wanted to run my hands down that chest and feel the hard ridges of his abs. I was some special kind of idiot.

I could do the punching. Punching was easy. It was the clever banter and dealing in convoluted half-truths and almost-lies that made me want to jump out of my skin.

The point is, I have no patience left. You will tell me where you went when you vanished. Now." Andrea raised her chin, as if daring me to take a swing. "Or?" Or what exactly? "Or I will punch you right in the face." Andrea froze. For a second I thought she would bolt for the door. She sighed instead. "Can I at least get some coffee first?

They've butted heads for as long as I've known them. She always loves him, but sometimes she also hates him. This is one of those times.

But it was hard to immerse yourself in a fictional tale, no matter how exciting, when your life was beginning to feel like a bestselling thriller.

Most friendships are a sort of frozen and undeveloping semi-hostility.

You don't respect me, said Dora, her voice trembling. Of course I don't respect you, said Paul. Have I any reason to? I'm in love with you, unfortunately, that's all. Well, it's unfortunate for me too, said Dora, starting to cry.

The unspoken words trembled in the air.

He did not touch her but enjoyed the particular intimate pain of the tension between them.

There was as much emotion generated between them now as if they had been lovers.

Village life can be terribly unpeaceful!

And all the time the line of force which bound her to her husband stretched and vibrated so that her heart in secret haemorrhage, gushed blood.

Living with someone who hates you is—it drives you mad—

They had become, year by year, month by month, mysterious to her, her love for them an extended pain, a web or field of force, of which she felt at times the almost breaking tension.

Spud has two expressions: totally-scoobied-as-to-what-the-fuck's-going-on and the constantly-on-the-verge-of-tears look he is currently deploying. Assailed with self pity and self loathing, regarding his folly in sitting next to Begbie, he glances around. - Aye... it's bad, like say, he concedes, wondering how he can manoeuvre into another seat.

laughter was about more than humour. This was about reducing tension, solidarity in face of the grim reaper.

Crying with a raw power and unselfconscious abandon as the tensions ebbed from her body

Paranoia hit him. Waves of fear shuddered through his body. The stakes were high, the highest ever.

He always felt trapped and restless when talking to lawyers or doing any business with them

Now tell me, where was the need for violence?

At the slightest stress, human beings seemed to divide themselves into antagonistic groups.

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Votbinnik had Jandorf practically in Zugzwang (his pieces all tied up, Bill explained)

Don't worry. I'll keep the peace, if I have to start a war to do it.