Quotes About Tension

Danny knew what Armando would say: "You don't try to make peace with assholes," or words to that effect

The concert of the guns was ready to resume.

crossroads about the same time tomorrow. Ashton spent a few moments chattering about her excuse for being away from Mont Royal; it also involved staying with a friend, a nonexistent one. Madeline heard Ashton's voice, but few of the words registered. The three women crowded into the chaise, Ashton in the middle. It was evident to Madeline that Orry's sister didn't like squeezing against a Negress, but she'd just have to put up with it.

What you think about somebody wants peace, Claude?" "That sounds like a communiss to me." Mrs. Reilly's worst fears were realized.

If you want peace, you won't get it with violence.

conditions such as these, terror follows fear.

The best I could say about third grade was that it was a more or less continuous state of dread.

I've had it with you and your emotional constipation!

Mystery is an intellectual process... But suspense is essentially an emotional process.

Within-group conflict is always personal and emotional - even if it begins with impersonal issues.

So, these political activities will create friction in and of themselves, and in this environment of friction there'll be additional violence.

Inequality and hierarchy are natural, but that doesn't mean they are right, that doesn't mean there is isn't a productive tension between those forces and the forces of equality.

You want one civil war, brah?

Before Israel dies, it must be humiliated and degraded. Allah willing, before they die, they will experience humiliation and degradation every day.

I used to build up to sensation, accumulating tension until it released a perceptual experience

sometimes I was so bored that I started arguments just to experience the rush of almost losing him.

Whatever solace the Christian faith could give was balanced by the anxiety it generated.

Being fed up of someone can be even worse than disliking them.

Yes, I'm FINE: Freaked out. Insecure. Nervous. Emotional.

I hate you with all my heart, but hell I still love you.

I sat frozen, afraid to move lest I give myself away. I am bound to this war.

He puts a hand down, to lean against. The muscles in his arm curve softly, appearing and disappearing as he moves. His eyes are deep green on mine. My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has look at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. My mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow.

There was a quality to the silence like a held breath.

I knew he killed men every day; he came home wet with their blood, stains he scrubbed from his skin before dinner. But there were moments, like now, when that knowledge overwhelmed me.