Quotes About Tension

I couldn't stay in that room with both men one more minute... Even a human woman could have drowned in the testosterone in the air, it was so strong.

Beauclaire, for his part, sank back in the soft material of the couch as if the thought that it would impede him should he have to move quickly never occurred to him. I'm not afraid of anyone here, his body posture said. Charles's—relaxed, arms folded loosely, chin slightly tilted—said, You're boring me; either fight and die—or back off.

There was another pause, then the Marrok said in that light pleasant tone that warned everyone who knew him that all hell was about to break loose.

Trust you to bring a gun to a fistfight

No matter how good you are at sneaking, you can't ever sneak well enough so that mosquitoes won't find you, and no matter how worried and tense you are, or how hard you are trying to pay attention, you just can't help noticing when a cloud of mosquitoes comes for you like you're their first good meal since last fall.

he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

People who aren't asleep when Ruby comes around have to take sleeping pills. Everyone is afraid of those pills- even the substance- abuse guests.

She stepped back, his hand left suspended in the gap between them, and demanded, "Did you get Lily pregnant?

Jade, it's your call," Faith said, pulling the scene squarely back on course. "We're locked up. We're probably not getting out alive. You tell me. Should I log into that device and send a message to Hawk telling him to lower the firewalls, or should I tell the Quinns to go to hell?" Jade looked at the floor. She looked at her shoes, one of which was untied. She looked up at Faith, and then directly at Clara Quinn. "Go to hell.

Dahmer was a third-shift worker at a chocolate factory and found it difficult to sleep during the day. He remembered reading in the newspaper that President George H. Bush used a new drug called Halcion to help him sleep during the tension of the Gulf War. Jeff went to a doctor and convinced him to give him a prescription for the sleeping pill. It worked like a knockout drug, putting him to sleep quickly. He wondered how these pills might work on his weekend pickups.

The longer you put something off, the more tension builds inside, and the more passive aggressive behavior occurs. If you address a difficult conversation sooner rather than later you can avoid these little daggers that have the ability to end friendships and relationships.

she said and gives me this look you'd think she was dying for a shite but was holding it in.

And right on cue, Viola yells, " TODD! " And I hit him with everything I got - Every bit of her behind me - Every piece of anger and frustrayshun and nothingness - Every moment I didn't see her - Every moment I worried - Everything - Every little tiny thing I know about her - I send it right into the center of him - VIOLA

Jared exhales a long, long time. "Dude." I just swallow. It's loud in the silence. "I think it's starting again." "It's probably just the pressure of everything," Jared offers. "Finals, your massively unrequited love for Henna–" "Don't say unrequited." ". . . your massively invisible love for Henna . . ." I hit him on the arm. It's friendly. More silence.

A peace that blacked yer eye," I say. "A peace that split yer lip.

Men and their Noise. I don't know how they do it, how they stand each other

One minute I'm standing there behind everyone and the next thing I know, I'm between Matthew and Viola, I have my knife out pointing at him, my own Noise falling like an avalanche and my mouth saying, "You best take two steps away from her and you best be taking 'em right quick.

They're fighting a war over who can be more peaceful.

was rubble and broken glass, what one poet would memorably describe as "Belfast confetti.

One unionist politician likened this custody arrangement to keeping 'a python in a paper bag'.

There was a discomfiting sense in Belfast that there was no place where you were truly secure: you would run inside to get away from a gun battle, only to run outside again for fear of a bomb.

I heard the silence pouring from them. The audience held themselves quiet, tense, and tight, as if the song had burned them worse than flame. Each person held their wounded selves closely, clutching their pain as if it were a precious thing.

We can't do anything but snap at each other," I said. "The masters made sure of that. Anything too extreme would get us expelled for Conduct Unbecoming a Member of the Arcanum. Why do you think I haven't made his life a hell?" "You're lazy?" Wil suggested.

Dos partes de mí intentaron hablar al mismo tiempo. La primera parte gritaba «No le hagas nada, por favor. Otra vez no. No lo rompas. Dámelo, por favor. No lo cojas así, por el mástil». La otra mitad recitaba: «Te odio, te odio, te odio», como si escupiera sangre.