Quotes About Tension

And if you call me moron one more time, I'll blow your brains out." Trace turns to him and smiles. "Then you can land this plane . . . moron.

But what good did that do now? It was as if they existed in two different universes. Dwelling on such feelings couldn't lead them anywhere good. Yet still she entertained the thought. She even considered saying those words to him again . . . but she held her tongue, as a good scythe must do.

Rowan let out his breath, not even realizing he had been holding it.

The whole place is a petri dish of angst, generated by kids whose parents gave up on them, which is the worst kind of angst there is. There are fights and ridiculous posturing on a daily basis.

I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.

Our disappointment sits between us.

sometimes I hate you, she said.

You don't go on probably when love and guns are in hand.

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.

God damn the geraniums! ...It was like trying to screw during an aerial attack.

but we joke and laugh otherwise we would start screaming.

The hope is a touch of graceful humor, no matter what's occurring. The ability to laugh, the ability to see the ridiculous, the ability not to tense up too much, when things become impossible, just to face them anyhow. A touch of humor. Let's say laughter through the flame. Or, guts. Courage… Humor, guts, and courage, no matter the odds. We can always face that.

my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.

The good parts of our relationship felt like a rat walking around and gnawing at the inside of my stomach.

Life is and is not a gentle bore.

Tommy je zakora?io prema meni. Izvukao sam luger iz ladice i uperio ga u njegovu prekomjernu golemost.

I'm going to call the police!" Cindy said. "Hold it," I said, "I can explain everything!" "It better be good," said Cindy. "It better," said Celine. I couldn't think of anything. I just stood there.

I listened and listened and listened, thinking what will I do now? How will I get this poor mad bastard to shut up? I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

Both choices led to social unrest: the Jacquerie (France, 1358), the Revolt of Ciompi (Florence, 1378), the Peasants' Revolt (England, 1381), the Catalonian Rebellion (Spain, 1395), and dozens of flare-ups in the German states.

Dazzled as he was, Cortés was also aware that with a single command Motecuhzoma could order his army "to obliterate all memory of us." The Spaniards counteracted this threat by inventing a pretext to seize the tlatoani in his own palace, making him first their captive and then their puppet.

It is difficult to believe in the dreadful but quiet war lurking just below the serene facade of nature.

What they need is everything even and smooth. Not love or hate, pleasure or pain, hope or fear, safety or danger. Nobody kissing your cheek at bedtime till you tingle with pleasure in your stomach, and nobody making you bleed. Accept one and you have to accept the other, that's the deal.

American cops are so heavily militarized these days that the only way I can tell the difference between them and the army is the color of their body armor—that, and the army is less trigger-happy.

There is cold comfort to be drawn from the sure and certain knowledge that the correct way to deal with the problem you're facing in your job involves napalm, if