Quotes About Tension

No, what I felt was the torment of waiting, stuck between the end of one sentence and the beginning of the next which might or might not bring a hail storm, plane crash, poetic justice, or a miraculous reversal.

I'm worried. My heart is filled with uneasiness, apprehension, agitation.

but it doesn't begin to convey how stressful and time-consuming an endeavor it is to make egg rolls, nor does it begin to suggest how much tension a person can create in a household by serving egg rolls that take hours to make and are not nearly as good as Chinese takeout.

Justin turned to give her one of his cool, unsmiling looks. Butterflies fluttered in her throat. She'd be very careful, Serena decided, as if she were walking through a minefield. What are you thinking? About bombs, she answered blandly, deadly camoflaged bombs. She gave him a quick,innocent grin. Are we going to eat soon? I'm starving.

She'd like to bounce me off the ceiling. Oh aye,that she would, but she's not trying it at the moment.You're doing well, too. His gaze lifted until his eyes met Keeley's. As natural at this as she is.Blue bloods, both of you. Are we making history,Brian? Bet on it, he told her and kissed Betty just above the nose.

She glanced down to where Seth's fingers were still curled around her arm. Are you testing my biceps, Lieutenant? I do like to think they're firm. Your muscle tone's fine. From what he could see of her in the filmy ivory slacks, it appeared more than fine.

in under a minute." "No, I didn't." Maybe she had. "And so what?" "So, what's going on with you and Jack?" "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don't be ridiculous." She felt the lie burning her tongue. "You

She felt her heart beating in her throat when the man in the mask began to chant again.

She didn't care for the way he stared at her, either. Even when he wasn't looking at her it felt as if he were staring. And as if he'd read her thoughts, he shifted his eyes to hers again. His smile was slow, unmistakably insolent, and made her want to bare her teeth in a snarl.

The tension was slipping away from under his fingers as he touched her, and building everywhere else. A kind of gathering inside her, a concentration of heat. The pressure in her chest was so sudden and strong it made her breath short. The muscles in her stomach began to twist, tighten. Ache. "My face doesn't have anything to do with what I am." "Maybe not, but that doesn't take away the pure pleasure of looking at it.

Alan had still stopped her in her tracks with one of those slow, devastating kisses at her side door.He hadn't insisted on coming in.Shelby might have been grateful for that if she hadn't suspected it was just part of his planned siege.Confuse the enemy, assail her with doubts, leave her with her nerve ends tingling.Very clever strategy.

the dogs growled and snapped. Snarling herself

He dropped the cases with a bang that made her jump. "You talk too bloody much." With that, he gave her a yank. Off guard, she plowed into him, and managed no more than a quick oof before he shoved her chin up. And took her mouth like a man starving for it.

Justin, I won't deny that I want you, but I think it would be best if we gave it some more time." "Reasonable," he agreed as he drew her into his arms. "Time's up." He stopped her protesting laugh with his lips. There was no food to stop this hunger. His mouth was hard, devouring, before Serena could respond or struggle away. Yet she knew as he crushed her body to his that this time he would permit no struggle.

You drag us all out of bed at two in the morning, you've got a reason." "You kill somebody? Because if we've got to dispose of a body this time of night, we'd better get started.

permeated through the air. It was a long time before she spoke. A

His life, he thought, would've been easier by far if she'd never come into it. Then he sensed her, turned, saw her standing outside his bedroom door, that short halo of hair still damp from her shower, her eyes deep and a bit sleepy yet before her coffee.

where two men played pool and a woman sat at a

She held herself rigid in his grasp, but he

wars can be traced to a scuffle between a man and a boy, both of whom summon aid to their respective sides.

Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.

We love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit that.

We love drama. We love conflict. We need a devil or we'll create one. None of that is bad. It's just the way human beings operate.

I love and adore all of my family, except when I'm with them.