Quotes About Tension

One thing I have learned is, if people tell you they had a "frank" discussion with someone, it is usually code for a yelling match with clenched fists.

Riots happen because rationale is eclipsed by revenge.

Society reproduces itself antagonistically.

He'd felt the same way some nights on patrol, hearing the jungle shift and creak around him in the dark. His head saying, go ahead, take your best shot, I'm not scared of you slanty-eyed buttwipes. And at the same time his heart was trying to parachute out his asshole.

It is always useful to think badly about people one has exploited or plans to exploit... No one likes to think of him or herself as a bad person. To treat badly another person whom we consider a reasonable human being creates a tension between act and attitude that demands resolution. We cannot erase what we have done, and to alter our future behavior may not be in our interest. To change our attitude is easier.

In the living room Goodrich's father sat in a large chair across from the sofa, motionless. He appeared very tired. His mother stood nervously behind the chair, obviously dreading his entrance into the room.

Middlestein thought texting was the same as Morse code, and the more people texted, the closer American came to being a nation at war.

What don't you love?" "Three things. Stress, stress, and stress.

Vele jaren zijn intussen voorbijgegaan. Michiel is nu driënveertig. Hij heeft de kranten goed gelezen en hij weet dat er sinds die avondwandeling met Dirk gevochten is in Indonesië, Joegoslavië, Hongarije, Noord-Ierland, China, Korea, Vietnam, Cambodja, Kongo, Algerije, Israël, Jordanië, Ecuador, Dominica, Cuba, Honduras, Mozambique, Kashmir, Bengalen, en nog veel, veel landen meer.

En dan zat hij weer heel lang te trillen van het lachen als een pudding tijdens een bombardement.

Men swung wildly at each other, mostly missing their intended target and hitting the women, who had handfuls of each other's hair and were bent over turning in a circle like performing some insane dance. It was a bar fight without the bar.

Carter, who had scratches across his forehead, stepped in front of me and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to tell you to hold fire," he said. "But you have to start with either Gertie or that cat.

They found that the day after a parental skirmish, most moms were able to compartmentalize and reported a quick recovery, and even an improved relationship with their child. But fathers had a much greater tendency to let the negative marital tension spill over into the rest of the family. Insidiously, the conflict from these parental fights would resurface on the first or even second day after the fight, in the form of friction between father and child.

A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.

Scissors. He'd pulled a credit card and a pair of scissors from the drawer. Which meant he could either bribe or stab his adversary. Or he could go into a frenzy and cut up Jill's credit card. That would confuse 'em.

A traditional mystery is a whodunit, whereas a thriller is a how-can-we-stop-them-from-doing-it. As you compare these seemingly opposite subgenres in Figure 1.1, you'll note that although they differ in essential ways, they share a fundamental element—the use of suspense.

I felt numb and agitated at the same time, reaching out to her as I spoke. I wondered how such a peaceful morning could be converted in a heartbeat to the slow motion of a nightmare.

Harley ignored the sarcasm in the manager's voice. "Things are pretty... tense... here." "I'm sure they are. Mr. Sheenan is very unhappy, as we are, too. You've put

Please don't tell me to relax it's only my tension that's holding me together.

brother kicked my shin to silence me. Neighbor Goad's face deepened to purple. "Come again, mother-whelp?" "He's tipsy, Mr. Goad, sir," my brother muttered. "And green," he added, pinching

I think that the Cold War was an exceptional and unnecessary piece of cruelty.

When he took her hand to lead her to the swing, she yanked it away and glared at him. He laughed and taunted, "I don't bite, Cal." "I think you do," she too quickly snapped, then flushed. -Lynx & Calinda

Cole stiffened in fury. "That good for nothing bitch! If I ever get my hands on her again, I'll..." Lynx grabbed Cole by the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. He delivered several blows into Cole's face and gut with lightening speed and forceful strength. "I'll kill you if you even think about her in passing," Lynx warned ominously at Cole's threat. -Cole & Lynx

What gives journalism its authenticity and vitality is the tension between the subject's blind self absorption and the journalist's skepticism. Journalists who swallow the subject's account whole and publish it are not journalists but publicists.