Quotes About Tension

by persons squeezed by life.

Carlos was getting jumpy and losing some of his composure.

Most of the tension in life will take place when the one who reduces and fragilizes (say the policy maker) invokes rationality.

way too many cooks in the same tiny kitchen, most of whom never have to taste the food.

But I also buy the opposite argument that regulating street signs does not seem to reduce risks; drivers become more placid. Experiments show that alertness is weakened when one relinquishes control to the system (again, lack of overcompensation). Motorists need the stressors and tension coming from the feeling of danger to feed their attention and risk controls, rather than some external regulator—fewer pedestrians die jaywalking than using regulated crossings.

Outside, the night seemed poised on tiptoe, waiting, waiting, holding its breath for the storm.

Rogan caught her hand just before she got out of his reach, and tugged her slowly back toward him. His eyes met hers, and she realized just how good an actor he'd been for the last few days. Where before she saw mild interest, now she saw intensity. Need. Purpose. He put his hand on the back of her head and dipped down for the kiss she'd daydreamed.

He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure.

In the end the three of them were so completely estranged that it was hard to understand why they even lived together.

Why do I get the feeling, interjected Cheops, that shit and fan are moving into conjunction, and that we might be in the way?

They signed the unwind order just to spite each other,but laugh,laugh,laugh,Hayden, because if you ever stop laughing,it might just tear you apart worse than a Chop Shop.

So what happens when your universe begins to get off balance, and you don't have any experience with bringing it back to center? All you can do is fight a losing battle, waiting for those walls to collapse, and your life to become one huge mystery ashtray.

Sometimes, Lev, I just want to smack you. You already hit him with a car.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

Cam knows this is not going to be a good day the moment he sees the chain saw.

We're this big melting pot, but someone turned up the heat too high, and the stew started to burn. Gangs, crime, fights, and fear are now a regular part of our local stew.

She points to the door. Leave! No. So she picks up a hairbrush and throws it at him. It beans him on the head and ricochets to the wall, where it wedges behind the TV. Ow! He grabs his head, grimacing. That hurt! Good, it was supposed to.

I smell fear, he said with a quiet intensity. But not nearly enough.

This game could last for days if I keep going unconscious. Or it could be over very quickly. Lev takes a deep breath and tries not to show any more fear than he has to. Sounds exciting. I'm in.

Now Goddard paces, whipping his fury into a caustic meringue.

Between them, the baby still cries. It's like a game of steal the bacon, where no one wants to take the bacon.

and that dizzying gap between what she should feel and what she did feel was tearing her apart.

He put the ring away, and Rowan let out his breath, not even realizing he had been holding it.

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