Quotes About Tension

It's easy to rattle the saber if the enemy's five thousand or more kilometers distant.

One of the CNN guys was literally yelling. "How can you say that? It's too dangerous for us? We still have people in Syria!

It's a vicious cycle. It's like a washing machine with the lid jammed down. -Christina Kratovac (pg 53)

A thin spider web of sweat draped itself over his forehead, spreading into his hair.

Then for a moment like so many times before this I lost the words. Watched them drop . . . No. Dissipate . . . from the air between us. Dissipate. The word has shown up on my SAT prep tests again and again until it landed in this room with us. Between my mother. And me.

This, she thought inanely, is the part where I am supposed to run. Oh, and that screaming thing

Écrire sans point d'ancrage, sans point de mire, risque absolu, espace ouvert… précipice de la langue, laconisme de funambule»

The individual can no longer live except in a climate of tension and overexcitement. He can no longer be a smiling skeptical spectator. He is indeed "engaged," but involuntarily so, since he has ceased to dominate his own thoughts and actions.

As she cut across the parking lot, Madison was nearly mowed down by an ice blue BMW. Reed Rawlings was the madman behind the wheel. He screeched to a stop right in front of her. "Reed, are you trying to kill the competition?" she shouted. "Is that your strategy?" "Not a bad idea," Reed said, laughing as he rolled down his window. "Wish I'd thought of it.

For some people, a fixed state of irritation is oxygen. I understand this all too well.

Relief and fear were equal in her.

She saw Walter Starr, looking as if he were sure he was unwelcome. "Why, Walter!" she whispered, and hurried to meet him. He put out his hand, looking frightened, and said, "Mrs. Follet, I just couldn't ever…

Religious fanaticism is simply good politics in the middle-eastern countries.

Each of the women elaborately ignored the other.

Each of these proud cabrones refusing to apologize for whatever they were mad about. Each one waiting for some sign. And Mama, in the middle, frantic. All she wanted was to see what was left of her family come together, before…Well, before.

Para aliviar a tensão fiz uma pergunta, minha ignorância real ou fingida sempre serviu para desviar as discussões que se armavam entre papai e mamãe na hora das refeições, acho a mesa o local preferido para um casal deixar bem claro que o amor acabou e em lugar dele ficou outra coisa. Mais tarde descobri que a cama é um lugar melhor ainda para esse tipo de definições.

Tennison was about to reply when Burkin caught her eye. He gripped her elbow and whispered, "Leave the room, let him cry, leave him . . 

Democracy is a constant tension between truth and half-truth and, in the arsenal of truth, there is no greater weapon than fact.

Tell the Vietnamese they've got to draw in their horns or we're going to bomb them back into the Stone Age.

We still seek no wider war.

Seregil, that hurts." Alec's soft, tense voice brought him back and he found himself clutching the boy's shoulder. He hurriedly released him and sat back. Alec closed cold fingers over his own. "What is it? You look like you've just seen your own ghost." A desperate ache lanced thorugh Seregil as he looked down into those dark blue eyes. if you let slip the slightest detail Damn you, Nysander! "I can't tell you, talí , because I'd only have to lie.

These are Plenimaran marines, and there's not much most of them aren't capable of, if you take my meaning." "I don't think I do," said Alec, puzzled by Seregil's tone. "Then try this. They have a saying among them: 'When whores are few, a boy will do.' Got that?" "Oh." Alec felt his face go hot.

Shut up," Morgan said, whirling on the woman and pointing the sword at her. "Shut up, you shrill harpy, before I aid you in doing so by means of a dozen ways you won't care for in the least." Adhémar's fiancée fell, blessedly, silent.

relations between the crusaders and the Byzantine emperor were seldom cordial.