Quotes About Tension

If you want to look right now under Obama who our enemies are, just look at who he is nice to.

In the industry we somehow made ourselves a lot of enemies.

The essence to me of all good drama is argument.

You can't expect not to face obstacles in life. When people meet, their different energies conflict. Where there is no energy, there is no conflict and wher there is no conflict, there is no creation. Conflict is the source of creation. One needs to know how to powerfully embrace the tension that arises when opposing energies meet, when there's conflict and struggle.

Kate short-circuits my brain. In my head we always have these clear coherent exchanges, but once we meet, what comes out it is, "Kate, do what I say or I'll kill you." Her default reply is, "Fuck you!" and we go downhill from there.

Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?" She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance. Instead, he kissed her.

Run , she told herself. Run, you idiot, run. But she didn't. She couldn't. She just... couldn't.

The future of Indo-Pak cricket will depend on how the peace process goes.

But now you have another problem. Keeping him from exploding like a live granade and blitzing all of us." He started walking down the hall. "I've already had a little taste of that and I'm not willing to stand for it again. I'm patient, I'm not a martyr. Fix it Eve.

I took out my grenade and put my fingers inside the pin. 'Do you boys want this to be your last meal, or do you want to answer his question?

Fear stalks the land. (As usual; so what else is new?)

The novels I prefer, are those that make you feel uneasy from the very first page.

Ali nije samo to: u dnevnoj svjetlosti u tom difuznom blijedom sjaju bez sjena nalazim tamu još guš?u od no?ne.

And every time, he concentrates on the query of the latest interlocutor, his eyes staring, his chin quivering, his neck twisting in an effort to keep pending and in plain view all the other unresolved queries, with the mournful patience of overnervous people and the ultrasonic nervousness of overpatient people.

War ... has become impossible, except at the price of suicide.

I believe in civility. But it is not a requirement of civility to pretend there is no war.

When I really worry about something, I don't just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go.

The Eye Linc was watching shot upward twenty feet in a convulsive jerk, hung there for an instant, then started a wobbling decent. There were two holes in it. It skimmed the heads of the men, coming for Linc's group. Tears streamed out of the corners of it, dripping to the ground like a trail of rain. And as it neared Linc, blood started to come, seeping from the holes, mixed with fluid.

Withholding things in a story is no good if you aren't building to something substantial. It becomes foreplay without the main event, and no one wants that.

Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.

But tension, unhappiness or exhaustion aren't 'problems' that can be solved. They are emotions. They reflect states of mind and body. As such, they cannot be solved – only felt. Once you've felt them – that is, acknowledged their existence – and let go of the tendency to explain or get rid of them, they are much more likely to vanish naturally, like the mist on a spring morning.

DROP THE GUN!" "DROP THE FREAKIN' GUN!" "PUT IT DOWN, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL BLOW YOUR FOOL HEAD—" "—WHERE I CAN SEE THEM, PUT YOUR HANDS UP—" "—AND DON'T MOVE OR—" "—GROUND! ON THE GROUND, MOVE!

I was constantly frustrated by the tension between those who walked away from collapsing institutions and those who remained to try to mitigate the damage. For myself, I felt that the country had betrayed Dr. Ford and her testimony, and there was a connection between the paternalism that led us to pity her, and yet step over her, and the paternalism of a legal system that would increasingly treat all women the same way.

whacking the ground, like a wife pounding her pillow, alone all night.