Quotes About Tension

the tension in my heart had melted into something akin to a sensation of happiness, peace of mind one might even say, at the realisation that I had now reached the very bottom of agony.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

Tension without cosmic pulsation to animate it is the transition to nothingness

Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.

Love is a kind of warfare.

Martín Luis Guzmán contará que se creó un impasse, que el grupito de hombres a caballo con la fila de tiradores ante ellos ni se iba ni se retiraba. Se miraban y se apuntaban, observaban a sus mutuos jefes. Hasta en la tragedia hay espacio para el absurdo.

Belascoarán se llevó la mano a la bolsa y sacó una paleta de caramelo rellena de chicle. Lo mismo podía haber sacado su pistola, el tipo no le inspiraba la más mínima simpatía.

MARTY and THE GIRL exit into the kitchen. THE MOTHER stands, expressionless, by her chair watching them go. She remains standing rigidly even after the porch door can be heard being opened and shut. The camera moves up to a close-up of THE MOTHER. Her eyes are wide. She is staring straight ahead. There is fear in her eyes.)

You are a very sick dude, you dumb son of a bitch!

Chaz scowled at her. "Now cut that

SWAT is already on its way. I'll be at your position in about ten minutes. SWAT should arrive in about fifteen to twenty." [Javier:] "I'll have her by then.

Cristo! The wrong thing to say to a woman he wished to calm.

Dudes!" one of the humans called. "Are you going to untie us, or what?" Wolfe growled, circling close to where the women stood. If he calls us 'dudes' one more time, I'm ripping his throat out.

Under stress, an unexercised heart will explode in frustration or fury. If the situation is especially tense, that exploding heart may be hurled like a fragment grenade toward the source of its pain. But a heart that has been consistently exercised through conscious engagement with suffering is more likely to break open instead of apart. Such a heart has learned how to flex to hold tension in a way that expands its capacity for both suffering and joy.

If the end of tension is what you want, fascism is the thing for you.

How, exactly, do we resolve dilemmas that tempt us to choose either this or that and instead hold the tension long enough to let a "third thing" emerge?

But our democratic institutions are not automated. They must be inhabited by citizens and citizen leaders who know how to hold conflict inwardly in a manner that converts it into creativity, allowing it to pull them open to new ideas, new courses of action, and each other. That kind of tension-holding is the work of the well-tempered heart: if democracy is to thrive as that restored prairie is thriving, our hearts and our institutions must work in concert.

Kaitlyn froze and then said in a low tone, "That'd better be your gun." "Why yes, I always pack my gun where it'll blow my balls off."[Landon]

The warmth of his body shouldn't have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Adam asked as we went back upstairs. "Sometime," I told him. "When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

Mercy?" His voice was very calm, that "people are going to die" calm only he could do. As soon as he started to speak, silence fell behind him because I wasn't the only one who knew that voice.

Charles sat in lone splendor on a huge couch in the middle of Angus's spacious living room--while the other ten or twelve people present made themselves at home on the other side of the room. Anna surveyed the scene. "Okay," she said. "Who's been being a grouch?

I blew out a breath, took a couple steps back, and flopped in one of the battered chairs that line the wall, trying, with my casual pose, to defuse the situation. "Adam, I don't have a sense to be afraid of Sam in the state he's in now. I don't know why you think I'd be smart enough to be afraid of you.