Quotes About Tension

As far as herbs are concerned, they are neither drugs nor nutritional supplements, but something else which has not been recognized or defined by modern science. Medicinal plants are powers or forces which act on the body in a milder fashion than drugs, but in a stronger fashion than foods. They do not force, but "exercise" functions in the body by increasing or decreasing the level of activity, tension, and hydration. Medicinal

excitation/depression, constriction/relaxation, atrophy/torpor.

Astringents are contracting, but large doses can bind so thoroughly that they cause dryness and tension.

Dean Koontz's Intensity.

She forced herself to hold his gaze. Why couldn't she stop caring? Why did her belly still flutter with anticipation at his presence? Clint took a step toward her. "Are you certain about this, Mattie?" he asked, his voice low and intense.

First, the weather got hotter every day, and the hay press broke down every day. Second, the boss fell in love with Marian Wray, and the hay press broke down every day. Third, inside of forty-eight hours everybody on that crew hated everybody else, and the hay press broke down every day. Fourth, and most important of all, the hay press broke down every day.

A Russian, the poet David Samoilov, said later, "We were all expecting war. But we were not expecting that war.

David Rees' Korea: The Limited War

War is full of clichés, because only clichés can match the drama of the moment.

We are readying ourselves to enter a long tunnel full of blood and darkness (Andre Gide, 28 July 1914)

it is a constant of history that nations which start wars find it very hard to stop them.

Quien busca la salvación de su alma y la de los demás que no la busque por el camino de la política, cuyas tareas, que son muy otras, solo pueden ser cumplidas mediante la fuerza. El genio o demonio de la política vive en tensión interna con el dios del amor, incluido el dios cristiano en su configuración eclesiástica, y esta tensión puede convertirse en todo momento en un conflicto sin solución.

Calvinist believers were psychologically isolated. Their distance from God could only be precariously bridged, and their inner tensions only partially relieved, by unstinting, purposeful labor.

This becoming more aware of what is happening now, and attempting to respond only to what is happening now, has almost magical results in relieving the "jitters." The next time you feel yourself tensing up, becoming jittery and nervous—pull yourself up short and say, "What is there here and now that I should respond to? That I can do something about?

Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that," Garrett said gruffly. "You'll have me convinced I'm going to die." "You're not?

Then she stepped through the door....She stopped so hard that Rainey bumped into her from behind. She went cold. If she'd been a dog, she would have dug her paws in and laid her ears flat and backed out, growling.

I want to tell him that everything is a mess, that I hate the in-between space, that my feet ache for the ground, that a very small, very scared part of me wants to touch the sky, and that that is maybe the worst thing of all.

Bob exploded. 'There is no such thing as a casual conversation with my mother. Every single word will be twisted recognition until before you know it you're playing Russian roulette in a wind tunnel with a psychotic dwarf, having wagered your birthright for a piece of cheese...

Power and love didn't often live side by side. If one came in, the other might go.

that was when it happened. A click of her jaw, like a pit bull's or cobra's unlocking

No way," he said, shaking his head, shaking the image of Lise, bare-legged, her skirt hitched high, from his thoughts. "Lise, she's a sister to me." "Oh," she said, fingertips making circles just above the waist of her skirt. Wider and wider circles. "A sister," he repeated. He looked at her. There was something scratching again, in the corner above his eye, like those metal probes at the dentist clawing at your teeth.

I think you should shut the fuck up," Eli said, throwing his bag down with a thud that made everyone on the lab look up. "I think it's time you do that." Stim looked at him carefully. Eyes darting between the two of them, A.J. seemed to be waiting for something, grinning a little. Stim shrugged. "Lise isn't your sister, Nash," he said. "They're not all your sisters.

Now that I'm caught up in it, I feel a whiff of panic. This is Diane. And just as before, we are thrown together, and just as before, we want the same thing. A prize, dangling.

I'm starting to get the feeling you don't like me," he said, smiling again, this time almost as though embarrassed, or something. "But there's no reason we can't be friends. And your sister …" "I don't have to like you," Dara said, moving past him, a blast of the leather scent in her face. "You'll be gone soon.