Quotes About Tension

If you have a rifle, hanging on the wall in the first act, it should fire in the last act".

If you study the behavior or the attitude of Syria, Iran, and U.S., you understand that these three countries can't come to terms with each other.

And even under extreme tension, which he had been under, too, he had been polite, considerate, respectful, and kind at all times.

gets aggressive with him. He's very hurt by the

Your muscles can tense with hope.

Leave him alone! Debbie shouted. Shut up, please, or I'll kill you, Mr Tiny replied.

This is crazy. We're standing here, talking about nuclear bombs being dropped on Carcery Vale. It's insane.

Some of the tension seeped out of the air when the doors closed behind us.

This damned burg's getting me. If I don't get away soon I'll be going blood-simple like the natives.

I said: All right, talk, but do you mind putting the gun away? My wife doesn't care, but I'm pregnant and I don't want the child to be born with...

I said: 'All right, talk, but do you mind putting the gun away? My wife doesn't care, but I'm pregnant.

I said: You don't want to pick a fight with me, Mimi. She looked at me as if she were going to say I love you, and asked: Is that a threat?

A woman stood between them holding a sizzling skillet in her hand. She was a big-boned, full-fleshed, red-haired woman of perhaps twenty-eight, handsome in a rather brutal, sloppy way.

Margaret's throat had some swollen thing in it. Fog blurred everything but the charging red face. An unvoiced whimper shook her breast. She wanted to run to him as to a lover. She wanted to run from him as from a ravisher. She stood very still in her doorway, smiling demurely with dry, hot mouth.

She's been sulking for a week. If I didn't drink I'd go crazy." "What's she sulking about?" "About my drinking.

The United States tried, by depressing the clutch of diplomacy and downshifting the gearshift lever of rhetoric, to remain neutral, but it became increasingly obvious that the nation was going to get into a war, especially since it was almost 1812.

Wars] can come in different shapes and guises, but always wars come in increments. I am convinced there are steps, and that once these events are set in motion, they are virtually impossible to reverse. There were other steps in the country's stumble toward war, and I remember these days clearly now. But again, at the time I did not recognize these days as such, not as steps but as days like any others.

We were entwined so tightly that I was afraid to breathe, lest she move at all.

For years I feared the opening of every elevator, half-convinced that from the opened doors would come a bullet, for me, shot by a man in a tan trenchcoat. I have no idea why I feared this, expected it to happen. I even knew how I would react to this bullet coming from the elevator door, what word I would say. That word was: Finally.

Carol turned around quickly as if stifling an urge to lunge at Max. He turned back to Max, straining to appear genial. Okay, he said, but will you come over here and put your head in my mouth again? Max continued to back up, No, Carol. I don't want to right now.

Every fucking suburb has a SWAT team.

There is another thing about the Chinese: they do not like to have unfriendly powers on either side of them.

Could there be another civil war in the United States?

An ambient angst pervades our society—there's a sense that somehow there's probably something we should be doing that we're not, which creates a tension for which there is no resolution and from which there is no rest.