Quotes About Tension

You do want to see him, but at the same time you don't. He attracts and repels you equally.

At that point, when she'd been staring down the account-whoring, turbo-bitch's face, she wouldn't have much cared if her head spun around and she'd yarked up pea soup at warp speed all over her. At least it would have matched Linda's new color ranking.

I feel like I should apologize. I didn't want to like you, but I couldn't help it." "Really? I wanted to like you. Wow, you're like the meanest woman ever.

The news is a never-ending horror movie and nobody knows how it's going to end

But enough, we are the rainbow nation, which is to say it's a mixed and motley and mongrel assembly in the church today, restive and ill at ease, like antagonistic elements from the periodic table.

Never argue with a gun-cutter, [...]

She looked like she might run out of the room crying like she usually does for no reason.

We were on pins and needles.

What do you have against violins?" I asked Andrea. "Not violins, Arlo! Violence!

In the middle of the house stood the largest, scariest man she'd ever seen. Senhor Finch had been sunshine, but this foreigner was a night storm. He seemed to fill the house like a dark cloud. Too big, too strong, his gaze too sharp on her. And as she turned to flee, he thundered, "Stop!" And the next second, the man had her arm in his grip.

As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed. But when Daniela came in, she wasn't wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she'd been painted with diamonds. "Christ," he breathed.

Something dropped on her shoulder, but even as she screamed, her heart stopping midbeat, the next oncoming branch swept the tarantula away. Aww! Ick! She manically brushed her shoulder with her free hand, every inch of her covered in goose bumps. "When running from people who're trying to kill you," Walker advised as he kept dragging her, "it's better to stay quiet. Generally speaking.

She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

Just so you know, the only thing keeping this dog from tearing you to pieces is me, so I suggest you stand still, very still, and tell me what I want to know.

I thought he might kiss me as we sat shivering on the bank of the spring with our clothes soaked through and our feet dangling in the steaming water. We looked into each other's eyes the way I'd always imagined people did right before they leaned in closer and touched lips for the first time. But that was all we did. We looked at each other. Into each other. We were still clutching hands.

Do I intimidate you?" "I am not going to answer that." He merely smiled, knowingly, and let his gaze slide heatedly down her throat . . . over her collarbone . . . to her breasts, tingling with fire beneath their bombazine shield. "I mean it, Morninghall." "Really, Lady Simms. Do you think I'm going to leap out of this chair and —" he lifted one wicked eyebrow — "ravish you?

Kindly remove your hand from mine, Lady Simms, or I will not be responsible for what I shall do to you." She only looked at him — and did not let go.

Captain Lord? For God's sake, do sit down, you look fair to fainting!" "I er, cannot, sir—" The tip of Orla's sword was pointed at his groin, and held so close to the stainless white breeches that the captain could not move without risk of injury.

The almirante smiled, and the pirate felt sweat break out the length of his spine. I will kill you, those eyes promised. You may depend on it. He would too, el Perro Negro knew. The English admiral would not forgive him for his treatment of the puta.

Damon sank back down into the chair and raked his hands down over his face. Lady Simms sat quietly across from him, not saying a word. Unable to stand it any longer, he looked up and impaled her with a stare hot enough to melt rock. "I suppose you think me a raving madman now, don't you?

courting and dumping." Matt scowled. Steam appeared

These growth-suppressing relational dynamics ramp up the stress and defense systems—a brain pattern that

You're the type of guy who always snaps at some point and becomes a mass murderer!

It's going to be hard to stop this process. The generals are itching for a fight.134 They want to go." The message that Khrushchev took from Dobrynin's account was that if this crisis continued to escalate, Kennedy might well face a coup.