Quotes About Tension

I am half agony, half hope.

The promised notification was hanging over her head. The postman's knock within the neighbourhood was beginning to bring its daily terrors -and if reading could banish the idea for even half an hour, it was something gained.

He then went away, and Miss Bingley was left to all the satisfaction of having forced him to say what gave no one any pain but herself.

She said no more, and they went down the other dance and parted in silence; and on each side dissatisfied, though not to an equal degree, for in Darcy's breast there was a tolerable powerful feeling towards her, which soon procured her pardon, and directed all his anger against another.

Everyone in that garden knew it was only a matter of time before he kissed her.

I don't know what materials scientists put in bombs but it seems as if they wouldn't need anything more than two personalities who don't get along so wonderfully.

Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it.

He knew he was not a brave man, but he had a great sense of drama. In some circumstances it could seem the same. Forcing

If she wasn't your grandmother I'd shoot her. Ranger

This is war,' I yelled through the door. Lucky for me,' Morelli said. 'I give good war.

Ranger was grinning. Somebody beat the shit out of this guy before he got shot. That would be me.I said. Babe,Ranger said, the grin widening.

There's a small possibility that I might be a murder suspect Stephanie

In spite of all the sparring that went on between us, I sort of liked Morelli. Good judgment told me to stand clear of him, but then I've never been a slave to good judgment.

I guessed my mother figured if my father got right down to the task of eating he wouldn't be so inclined to jump up and strangle my grandmother.

These are desparate times. - Stephanie Plum

Stephanie Plum, psycho bait.

Ranger stood and stretched, his black T-shirt rode up, and I caught a glimpse of two inches of brown skin and hard abs and almost had an orgasm. "Babe," he said. "Are you okay?" "Yep. Why?" "You sort of moaned." "Gas." "Understandable." We took the elevator to the lobby and looked in at the bar. Filled with men speaking Russian.

Ranger shrugged. "Things turn up." He reached behind him and came up with a gun. My gun. "Found this in the lobby, too." He tucked the gun under the top edge of my towel, wedging it between my breasts, his knuckles brushing against me. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment I thought my towel might catch fire. Ranger smiled again. And I did more eye narrowing. "I'll be in touch," Ranger said. And then he was gone.

Bitch, this is a gun...

You're scared now, I can smell it... Benito Ramirez

You're scum, Morelli! You're scum!

It was M-m-moe and Shorty," I said. "Damn, I can't stop shaking." "Adrenaline burn-off," Ranger said. "It's normal." "Why aren't you sh-sh-shaking?" "I'm not normal.

Diesel sucked air. You keep fondling me like that, and I might have to marry you. I'm not fondling you. I'm looking for the keys! Could you look a little more gently? You're scaring my boys.

I can't squeeze to keep the breezers in.