Quotes About Tension

In fact, Duncan wouldn't be the least bit surprised to hear his brother say something like, "Hand over the bimbo before someone gets hurt.

Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here

You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who's hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain in her mouth.

The only reason I kissed you was as a distraction from what I really wanted to do, which was strangle you.

As she gazed into those cool blue eyes, something strange happened in the vicinity of her middle. She suddenly felt like a hungry woman who had just been presented with a tempting dessert. Her moment of sensory weakness embarrassed her, and she frowned. "Damn, you're pretty," Dallie said softly. "Not half as pretty as you," she snapped, determined to squash whatever strangeness was lurking in the air between them.

Uhm, Kevin..." "Be quiet, or I swear to God I'll take you right here." Yes, this was definitely Forced Sex. Thank goodness .

She took a sip of water and absorbed the dismaying realization that she was attracted to him, even though she wanted to hit him in the head with that beer bottle.

He made sure she didn't fall, but he also made sure she had to focus on keeping her balance instead of judging her singing because one of the biggest reasons athletes choked was from overconcentrating in crunch situations. Tension disrupted rhythm. An experienced player going through a bad streak only made it worse by focusing so much on the outcome he lost touch with his natural instincts. it was exactly the kind of mental disconnect he suspected had happened to her.

thread of panic in her voice.

I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe) I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)

All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! (After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant MRS HALE has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.)

I was wondering if the scene in the drawing-room had been a triumph or a disaster or merely a chaotic piece of bad taste verging on bathos, but I reflected that the only important question was whether I had communicated my message to my parents. I continued to smoke my cigarette and occasionally I shuddered. I wondered dimly how anyone ever survived their families.

She wanted to bang her fists against him, to shake his secrets out of him, make him tell her something, anything, she could hold onto to help ease the mounting dread inside her.

For the Gnostics and for the fiction writer evil is the source of all moral understanding; the function of evil, in the best of conditions, is tension and imbalance, the eventual creation, through suffering and misfortune, of wisdom.

It would remain a story without end, like a suspended chord in the last measure of a song - that singular, dissonant, open sound that makes you ache to hear something more.

Our country feels as if it has gathered itself at a cliff and is studying the long scree of loose rock, deciding whether to slide down and descend completely again into open hatred.

He was anxious to go, reluctant to go. Ready to go.

Not a good word, sibling.

turning an immense pecuniary Mangle.

What the hell was she doing on the nonhostage side of a handgun?

Jane to Cosmo-- So you're thinking, you know, 'WTF, I thought we were going to do the horizontal mambo, and she has /questions/?' But really, I'm just keeping the conversation going until we can get into the bedroom, because I know that as soon as I touch you, I'm going to go up in flames, and I really don't want our first time to be on my office floor. Or on my desk. I mean, how would I ever get anything done again with that kind of vibe coming off of it?

And I'm standing there, and I think, damn. I think, this is it. I'm going to die. Right here, right now—simply because I am a black man in an American city.

He pushed her down onto the floor, thrusting himself in front of her as he drew his gun from the back waistband of his jeans. Four to one, no six —shit, there were six gunmen! He might've been able to take four if he used up his life's allotment of miracles all at once, but six ! He'd have to fire first and keep firing even after he was hit.

I love you, man. Do you really forgive me?" "If you hug me," Wes said, "I'll kill you.