Quotes About Tension

The day of the wedding went like these things generally do, full of anxious moments interspersed with black comedy.

I am anxious. I am always anxious. I should change my name to Anxiety Dickinson. I am anxious about my little sister. My big sister. My mother. Myself. Life. I am anxious about what to wear, what to eat, what to say, how to breathe.

whites called in from around the country to say they were afraid to disagree with a black person for fear of being thought racist.

Nor is there the same pressure on blacks when they talk insultingly about whites.

Joe slipped his hand down to his holster, unbuckling his Glock. The metal felt cool, inviting, as though it had lain dormant for too long. He heard another snap, saw Denton's hand move from his hip. Finally they were about to confront Henry Parker, and both of their safeties were off.

A lot of action movies today seem to have scenes that just lead up to the action.

as corrie was about to hang up, stacy said, i hope he shoots at my car. i've got a couple of black talon rounds just itching to explore his inner psyche.

strong emotions can seem as if they are part of the environment rather than part of us. It's not that I was angry, we think, it's that the situation was tense. But situations are not

Delivering a difficult message is like throwing a hand grenade.

There Is No Such Thing as a Diplomatic Hand Grenade

Damn everything but the circus! ...damn everything that is grim, dull, motionless, unrisking, inward turning, damn everything that won't get into the circle, that won't enjoy. That won't throw it's heart into the tension, surprise, fear and delight of the circus, the round world, the full existence...

Carl Jung tells in one of his books of a conversation he had with a Native American chief who pointed out to him that in his perception most white people have tense faces, staring eyes, and a cruel demeanor. He said: "They are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something. They are always uneasy and restless. We don't know what they want. We think they are mad.

The psychological condition of fear is divorced from any concrete and true immediate danger. It comes in many forms: unease, worry, anxiety, nervousness, tension, dread, phobia, and so on. This kind of psychological fear is always of something that might happen, not of something that is happening now.

Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry — all forms of fear — are caused by too much future, and not enough presence.

All negativity is caused by an accumulation of psychological time and denial of the present. Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry — all forms of fear — are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough

All negativity is caused by an accumulation of psychological time and denial of the present. Unease, anxiety, tension, stress, worry — all forms of fear — are caused by too much future, and not enough presence. Guilt, regret, resentment, grievances, sadness, bitterness, and all forms of nonforgiveness are caused by too much past, and not enough presence.

Fear arises, and conflict within and without becomes the norm.

OBSERVA LOS DIVERSOS MODOS EN QUE LA INTRANQUILIDAD, el descontento y la tensión surgen en ti como consecuencia de juicios innecesarios, resistencias a lo que es y la negación del ahora.

Stress is caused by being "here" but wanting to be "there

La condición psicológica del miedo está divorciada de cualquier peligro inmediato concreto y verdadero. Se presenta de muchas formas: incomodidad, preocupación, ansiedad, nerviosismo, tensión, temor, fobia, etcétera. Este tipo de miedo psicológico se refiere siempre a algo que podría pasar, no a algo que está ocurriendo ahora. Usted está en el aquí y ahora mientras que su mente está en el futuro. Esto crea una brecha de ansiedad.

Bowen! she cried. Your knife!

The lion was quite close to him now—but a few paces intervened—he crouched, and then, with a deafening roar, he sprang.

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

Archer reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.