Quotes About Tension

You really hate me, don't you?" he asks, his smile growing. "Almost as much as you hate me

I feel his gaze on my back, pricking the hairs on my neck. It is all I can do not to run.

She's right to be worried. I just declared war.

As I gaze at him now, stretched out on my bed, I feel more off balance than ever.

I am surprised when he turns to me, eyes blazing. It feels as though the room is empty but for us. He lifts his glass anew, mouth curving in to a mockery of a smile. 'And to Jude, who gave me a gift tonight. One that I plan to repay in kind.' I try not to visibly flinch as glasses lift around me.

We should have called truce, he'd said, brushing back his ink-black hair impatiently. We should have called truce long before this. But neither of us called it, not then, not after.

I recall that your hands were on her but her eyes were on me.

I want to strike Cardan over and over until I slap that smugness off his face. But if I did, he'd know just how much he scares me.

Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what I feel.

Le odio tanto que a veces, cuando lo miro, me cuesta respirar.

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor.

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

Their arguments always went like this. The angrier Madeline got, the more freakishly calm Ed became, until he reached a point where he sounded like a hostage negotiator dealing with a lunatic and a ticking bomb. It was infuriating.

Little things I do start to annoy him. He gets a bit irritable. I try to placate him. I start walking on eggshells, but at the same time I'm angry that I have to walk on eggshells, so sometimes I stop tiptoeing. I stomp on the eggshells. I deliberately aggravate him because I'm so angry with him, and with myself, for having to be careful. And then it happens again.

She wanted to hug him and at the same time she kind of wanted to slap him.

Sometimes when she looked at him, she felt like there was a sleeping snake tightly coiled within her chest, a snake that would one day hiss to life and strike with unimaginable, unforgivable consequences.

The children had become wriggly and giggly, almost as if they were drunk. They seemed unable to sit still. They were sliding of their chairs, constantly knocking cutlery onto the floor, and talking in high-pitched voices over the top of one another. Alice didn't know if this was normal behavior or not. It wasn't exactly relaxing. Nick had his jaw clenched, as if this dinner were a horrible medical procedure he had to endure.

Even a really bad ordinary argument, where feelings were hurt, would be so much better than this permanent sense of dread. She could feel it everywhere: in her stomach, her chest, even her mouth had a horrible taste to it. What was it doing to her health?

They never said sorry. They just threw down their still-loaded weapons, ready for next time.

family life could be so dramatic

On the surface they seemed loving and cheerful but she could sense dysfunction bubbling ominously beneath their sporty, matter-of-fact demeanours.

Now we're not talking. I haven't seen him since. But I know when he comes back, we won't talk. Or if we do, we'll talk very, very politely and coldly--which is the same as not talking.

She grabbed a towel from the rail and wrapped it around him, lifting him straight out of the bath, kicking and screaming. She carried him into his bedroom and laid him with elaborate care on the bed because she was terrified she might throw him against the wall.

I picked something with lots of sex, drugs and murder," Madeline had said, "so we have a lively discussion. Ideally there should be an argument." The