Quotes About Tension

WHEN A FIERCE-LOOKING GUY COMES OUT of a mirror as though it's a doorway, and when he grabs for you and snags your shirt with his fingertips, you could be excused for wetting your pants or for losing total control of your sphincter, so

When they return to the Range Rover, a man looms beside it, shadowless in the hard, plumb light

taut. She looked out of the windows, left and right—and her tail began to swish.

I get the phlegm of fear in my throat again, thicker than before, and I have to keep swallowing hard to be able to breathe right. Don't ask about my heart. It's just thudding like some pneumatic hammer.

Having gotten ahead of the phalanx, Katie drops the Tac Light

She waits until the thing is passing overhead, squeezes off a shot, then a second

I avoid contemporary TV...politics...art: all too frantic, fevered, and frivolous, or else angry, bitter.

Katie hurries toward whatever confrontation awaits.

the wake of the shriek, gunfire erupts. One, two, three shots.

The noises on the roof stopped. The six waited. The night seemed to be crouched like a wild thing, studying its prey, timing its attack.

She has been sitting on the step for half an hour when she hears semiautomatic rifle fire in the distance.

the quiet is broken by a high-pitched buzzing like an immense swarm of angry wasps.

it's probably the Russian military, in which you're allowed to smile only when you shoot someone or successfully invade another country.

The woman in the hallway looks like Sarah, except she appears to be scared shitless

She steps into the hallway and rushes after the woman.

disquietude

He ejects the depleted magazine from the

Love and violence-not to conquer one with the other but to live with both, that's what I've learned. Each pulling me a different way. If I relax my struggles they don't tear me in two, but lift me up.

But always in the back of your throat is this scream, barely suppressed.

Es la tensión —le expliqué—. La espera. —¿Qué quieres decir? —A veces parece peor que la simple confrontación. Te parece que si pudieras hacer algo dejarías de sentirte como si trataras de desprenderte de tu propia piel. Asintió.

La ciudad, dijo el locutor, estaba a la expectativa. La ciudad, nos aseguró el locutor, contenía la respiración.

Permitidme que os invite a un trago antes de la guerra.

Vincent looks ready to pop out of his skin. Like a lot of guys who try too hard to act like they deserve respect, he has very low tolerance for people he correctly perceives don't respect him. This

Do you know what it's like to fight with someone every day? Someone who claims to dislike conflict but who in fact lives for it?