Quotes About Tension

Peaceful?' they ask, at a loss for words. For those lucky enough never to have experienced war, the word "peaceful" has little meaning.

Panic---a deep abiding, free-floating anxiety, often without any reason or logical basis.

He nodded for us to rise. I tried to catch his eye, but he was not even looking in our direction. His eyes were focused on the middle distance. His face was very pale, and he was breathing heavily. We looked at each other and seemed to know: it would be death, otherwise why was this normally calm man so nervous? And then he began to speak.

Take my professional word for it: everybody's got ten good reasons to do away with everybody else. It's just nobody knows how.

Politics and war are remarkably similar situations.

from the hook on the door

excited. There were small blotches on his pale, thin

Maria mi si è sdraiata accanto. - Ho paura. - Loro hanno paura. - Perchè? - Perchè urlano.

The Spanish were furious with the French.

The Royal Sovereign carried straight on and just squeezed through, almost shaving the Santa Ana's stern

The crossfire was so heavy that French and Spanish cannon balls smacked into each other

Captain Harvey held his fire until the Fougueux's yardarms were almost touching the Téméraire's

The French waited a couple of minutes and fired again. That shot fell alongside.

That's other guys. I'm more of the beaten NCO who sighs and looks off toward wherever as you tell him the next problem he's got to jump all over before everything catches fire and we explode in every direction.

Lily did have her .22 holstered under her toggle coat, which unnerved Bryan. He was a flatlander originally--a Masshole, even--so always seemed vaguely panicked at the very concept of a well-regulated liberal.

As our good friend Ron Geesin was fond of announcing, 'The next dance will be a fight.

I doubt there is even a word in Afghani for peace. Nearest to it is probably a phrase that translates as "just getting my break back and reloading

Everybody hated the Chinese, and the Chinese, ever willing to oblige, reciprocated.

She said nothing, hoping her silence would goad him into explaining.

Being puzzled mad him anxious. Being anxious made him angry.

He smiled again, pleased but it didn't hide the tightness in his jaw, the worry and the weariness.

Kissing her was not like kissing Julia, who had been all length and plum softness, and whose messages had been very clear. Kick was like a powerful trapped beast. She stirred restlessly, one hand in the small of my back, pulling me closer, one on my shoulder pushing me away. I eased to one side, weight on my right elbow, head propped on my hand. I stroked her belly. The muscle loosened. She sighed. The sigh sounded as though it had a smile in it. I smiled in the dark.

Artos is afraid of you, and I begin to understand why.

They sat opposite each other, like enemies at truce.